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i have an uber talented husband, and i probably don't brag about him nearly enough. this guy, it's true, is a hinckley scholar, a national science foundation fellow, an eagle scout at thirteen, he has been promoted four times since he started working four years ago, he flosses nearly every day, he's a great cook, a charismatic speaker, a talented pianist, a skilled outdoorsman, he does whatever his wife asks, his girls adore him (on more than one occasion, i have had to endure the "dear Heavenly Father, thank you for dadda, amen" prayer), and heck, he can even sew his own tarp.

but it appears there are limits to his seemingly infinite capabilities:

stay tuned for the next installment in our super stylin' series where we see if bryan shows forth any promise with utilizing barrettes and headbands. if not, heaven please help my beauties should momma ever bite the dust.