With nothing but a cell phone.
It’s what we do on Fridays in These Parts.
Brrrrrr. I said it’s cold in here!
While I normally dislike cold weather, it finally gave me a chance to wear my grandpa’s old coat.
He called this his McQueen jacket. Because he thought it looked like something Steve McQueen would wear. Which is hysterical to me. My grandpa could hardly speak more than ten words of English and yet, he had an affinity for this pop culture icon. Cracks me up. So random.
Wearing his old coat made me realize how much I missed him.
I wore it again the next morning on some yard sale adventures.
Grandpa’s McQueen jacket. Hot coffee in a blue glitter mug. ZERO kids. Mumford on full blast.
Oh sweet manna from Heaven!
Simple pleasures my friends. Simple pleasures.
My yard sale spoils were mediocre, but I did get the kids some great classic books for 25 cents a piece!
I had most of these as a kid.
Nostalgia is rich right here.
My personal favorite: The Day Jimmy’s Boa Ate the Wash.
Have I mentioned I like this kid?
My productivity level is seriously in the basement.
I can’t help but just want to squish him. All that laundry and vacuuming junk can wait.
Plus his shirt says Pork Bun. I mean REALLY.
It takes every ounce of my willpower to not go into the kids’ rooms and just fix their beds real quick after they’ve “made them”.
The fact that they are lumpy and dumpy and catywompus gives me anxiety.
Someone once said (and I can’t remember who)…that you shouldn’t go in and straighten a little one’s bed after they’ve made it. Because there will come a day when it isn’t all wrinkly and wonky anymore…and you will be sad that day.
So I try to embrace the wonky.
I like them little.
Sass to spare.
She’s fabulous and she knows it.
What more is there to say?
It truly deserves its own post.
But I will just say that no one can get this boy to giggle like his big sister.
They like each other. A lot.
And yes, another O-Bo picture.
In this case, an obscenely happily colorful catalog and a goofy, smiley boy made my afternoon awesome.
Even if the boy has a bruise on his forehead because he rolled right into the coffee table.
Meh. Fourth kid.
Also, I want that headboard.
No…I need that headboard. Times a million. Think I can find it on Craigslist?
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