We took a one week hiatus to accomodate The Happy Day Project.
Did you do any of the tasks? One? All?
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Summer is gone but Costco still had some pineapples.
One last pineapple before we have to wait months for their sweet goodness again.
When littles can drink the juice right out of the rind.
So sweet. For so many reasons.
My Lite Brite was a big box of a thing that plugged into the wall.
The new ones are much smaller and take batteries and even turn themselves off after 3 minutes.
I still miss the big behemouth I used to play with.
I’m kinda wanting to look for an old one on Ebay.
“When I was your age, our Lite Brites were fire hazards!”
But this will do in the meantime.
I’ve been trying to read this book
for two years now.
But each time I’ve tried, I haven’t been able to make it through the first chapter without turning into a snot nosed mess.
I finally got through…and read the whole thing in just a few days.
It is heartbreaking. It is powerful. It will ruin you.
I dare you to read it.
(Btw, it’s only $2.51 if you get the Kindle version!)
I and my little trailer pulling the girls and my boy and his two wheels often go for little rides throughout the neighborhood.
It’s a nice way to get out and enjoy the late afternoon while killing some energy before Daddy comes home.
This day I was taunted with jeers of “Come on slow poke!!!”
I’ll smoke you.
Therapy sessions at the local children’s museum continue weekly.
Where Jill likes to ride the tractor.
She’s so bitty in that big green contraption…and when she honks the horn when you say “beep beep!” it may very well be the best part of my week.
I painted my toes this fun glitterific happiness.
This isn’t just glitter polish.
It’s GLITTER. LOTS of solid, straight up, thick glitter.
It ain’t ever coming off. I’m not even gonna try. Lindsey called it concrete on your toes. Pretty concrete.
Fifty years from now, the embalmer at the mortuary is gonna be like “Hey! Look at this sassy old lady with her glittery toes!”
And Henry’s gonna have to be like “Nah. She did that when she was thirty. It just never came off.”
True story I’m sure. It’s like I’m a prophet.
Alright folks, I missed you last week! I didn’t realize how much I really enjoyed seeing everyone’s Instagrams until I didn’t do it!!!
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