I wanted to post this photo of our only surviving pumpkin (from five vines, I don't get it) back in the fall but tried and it didn't go through so I gave up way back when.
The squirrels did some charming art on it, didn't they? I quite enjoyed seeing what they did every day - wish I had taken pictures at every stage but I was always rushing for a school bus when I noticed.
My husband is feeling a little blue and it inspires a feeling of instant empathy and the desire the FIX IT. He's always nice to me when things are bad, bless his heart.
Is it only me whose heart sinks when she hears Paul McCartney starting up with that Christmas song (What is it? I just heard it and it's gone now. Please, don't remind me, shutupshutupshutup)? We had a Rockin' Santa that broke from over-use last year, much to the children's chagrin, and my own personal joy. Jingle Bell Rock is the song of the devil. Johny Mathis should shut his pie-hole. And Nat King Cole too. Guess whose CDs dominate our Christmas shelf? I gotta find those good cassettes people made us back in the day.
If Beyonce were a boy, she'd be a funny-looking boy.
Another fall photo I never posted. This one captures my boy's keen intelligence and wariness:
He came with me to a party and stood by my side while I made a speech last weekend. His brother was sick and Stephen stayed home and I was peeeeeeeved that I had to go alone. This boy is a good boy. I am so grateful for the people who live in this house. There are not enough words. I am one lucky girl.