Trying to distract my 3 year old from getting into trouble: “Come here, wanna pet the dog?”
“YES! Her feathers are so nice and soft.”
Every year
Every year I do the same dance around ordering holiday cards: ooh-ing and aah-ing over the designs, wrestling kids to stand a second in front of the camera “Hold still, don’t put that in your mouth”, wrestling those pictures into stupid preset frames that are all horizontal when I shot everything like a portrait (when will I learn?), collecting coupons for printing so I overpay only a little bit but never before have I ordered cards in November. I feel high right now.
For my amusement
“Spider” Monday – you know, the Monday after Thanksgiving
I can’t believe I fell for it
Shopping on the web
Caught like a stupid fly
At least I’m not in debt
Shush, it totally rhymes in my head. – oh crap -
Home sweet ho-boy I might get some rest tonight
I made it past 10pm, let’s go bed. This time I may even sleep.
Sleepover at friends’ house!
It’s like 8th grade all over again. Except for the wine. We drank beer then. But there will be a lot of profanities and sex talk. Who knows? We started high-five-ing already.
Baby meeting the most docile dog of upper Fairfield county. “Hai dog. Nice to meet- OhNOM NOMNOM”
Bedtime!
Dinner and a show
Potatoes
It’s time to cook and be thankful.
Dog
WHYYYYYY does the dog get sick on a rainy night? Whyyyyyyyy?
Consistent
This is a copout. This post will not (sadly) self destruct but will hang here for the eternity of wordpress, some servers or till the end of Internet.
This picture too.
Rainbow baby pondering the end of the ball.
