But every once in a while, someone manages to snap one of me where my eyes are open and I look not-so-scary. My wife grabbed this one during one of those rare moments when the kids weren't wrestling over the last handful of Tostitos.

A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.
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Hmm, your taller than I thought you were...
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I love these pictures! Especially your wife's picture. It's almost like I can feel the way you love her, see her through your eyes. Does that sound weird?
Not weird at all. I hope that is always abundantly clear in my words and in my pictures. If it isn't, I'm not communicating as well as I should be.
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