It's always so nice to start the week with an orderly home.
A gray day at Kirby Cove.
Golden Gate Wombat.
Playing with* the big kids at school. *Well, NEAR, at least.
Just another "best day everrrrr."
W's outline for a song: "Ouns upon a tim Fox and Woodpekr intoo giint spidr-web..." (Of course the hyphen is my favorite part.)
Favorite horse mug full of favorite tea on favorite coaster with favorite DIY vase holding a rose from my favorite bush. (Yes, I have a favorite coaster, shut up.)
Solo parenting night. My plan is to simultaneously celebrate the food of my people and fill them with so much grease and carby salt-bloat that I can outrun them.
Checkmate! (I don't love chess and will be kicking myself if he latches onto it.)
Worth a shot, eh?
FFS, DON'T KISS THE CHICKENS. (Note sent home from school.)
My inbox is abuzz. (Today apparently went better than yesterday.)
It's not unusual for our next-door neighbor to feed the boys raspberries through the fence. Today she upped the stakes with raspberry chocolate cake.
Starting a new book, catching up with an old friend. Can you believe I've never read this?
I have some sort of fanciness Tourettes wherein I get dressed up and go for a nice dinner and wine and dessert and candlelight &c. and feel unalterably compelled to work a hand-job motion into the conversation before the appetizers have even arrived. You can't take me anywhere.
T-shirt in honor of Mr. Statistics?-I-Don't-Need-No-Stinking-Statistics. Mr. Magic Scans. Mr. Hugo Canada, wonderbaby extraordinnaire. #goHugo
"I didn't have time to say 'Uno' because I was too busy winning." I've created a monster.