Saturday
It's a cold rainy day. I have a tremendously busy Monday ahead of me. What am I doing?
Reading the horoscopes.
Laughing at the coffee maker.
Wanting the sweater.
Loving the organization.
Reading the lists.
Wanting the things.
NEEDING this.
And this, probably too.
So many good things here.
Our firewood.
Dougs.
Can you see it there? Stacked perfectly?
Youngest, yesterday.
So many people took his picture!
I told him the costume required a pretentious title like: The Death of Dreams.
He wore it all day at school. Silently.
Middle was an astronaut. Of course. I told him the outfit puts 20 pounds on him. He appears to weigh 100.
Best casually worn costume encountered yesterday.
Reading the horoscopes.
Laughing at the coffee maker.
Wanting the sweater.
Loving the organization.
Reading the lists.
Wanting the things.
NEEDING this.
And this, probably too.
So many good things here.
Our firewood.
Dougs.
Can you see it there? Stacked perfectly?
Youngest, yesterday.
So many people took his picture!
I told him the costume required a pretentious title like: The Death of Dreams.
He wore it all day at school. Silently.
Middle was an astronaut. Of course. I told him the outfit puts 20 pounds on him. He appears to weigh 100.
Best casually worn costume encountered yesterday.
Comments
Your taste is exquisite and that coffee maker is ridiculous.
How heavy was that TV?? Youngest must have well-toned neck muscles.
Take that, Doug. (Doug is clearly headed for a nervous breakdown caused by being so ridiculously anal about his woodpile.) (You can tell him I said so.)
Halloween isn't my favourite holiday but Youngest's costume could make me a convert.
I also thought Doug's woodpile is a little anal. Your wood will burn just as warmly.
#dreams
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