I snapped this a few months ago when I was walking to meet Typowriter. Someday, I’ll get a group of friends together and we’ll splash around while the Rembrandts are playing in the background. Eventually, we’ll all be arrested because that’s what happens when you’re not the opening sequence of a sitcom.
This is one of the trees in my backyard. It looked pretty upon first glance, a little ominous in a photo, and downright hilarious when I thought of how I could hang those little scary Blair Witch dolls from the branches and freak out my dear friend Rach (don’t worry, girly: I would never do that - mostly because it’s too cold to do so…and because this tree isn’t in your backyard).
I love my sister in spite of - or maybe because of - the fact that she is the type of mad woman to move back to California but declare that she misses the change of seasons.
This picture is dedicated to her (and an invitation to come and shovel my driveway if she misses this stuff. The day I took this, my freshly shoveled walkway had filled back up within an hour).
Behold: the first Christmas present that my son has obtained for me on his own!
Apparently, his school hosts a yearly event where the kids pick out presents for their special someones (like ME!) He chose this all by himself. The thing I found most interesting is that it’s something that I would have picked out on my own.
Tempering all of this was the way he beamed and declared, “It’s a candle holder, Mommy! Now we can make fire.”
Settle down, Beavis.
My son has been saying that he wants to be the person who drives the police car when he grows up. I thought this meant that he wanted to be a police officer but noticed that he always puts the criminal Lego man in the driver’s seat of the Lego police car.
I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come.