The last thing I said to Erik before he left on his hiking trip yesterday was to take me some pictures of wildflowers, so here’s one, which I think is in the pea family.
him: You’re so cute. me: I know you are, but what am I? him: So cute. me I know you are, but what am I? him: I don’t know how to get out of that one. me: Control-Alt-Delete *or* Control-Openapple-Reset.
him: I can’t help the way I feel! me: How do you feel, honey? him: Like imitating Morrissey.
me: I have a question for you. J: What. me: How does it feel to be so cute? J: Good. Dad: I find I don’t have a problem with it.
J: Did you take a shower? me: I took a shower while you were taking a walk. J: Your hair is wet. me: I don’t like to use a hair dryer. J: It doesn’t hurt. me: I just don’t like them. J: My mommy does that to me. You should just try it. me: There’s… Read More »
niece 1: I can’t hear you! Mom: I can’t hear you either! me: I can hear both of you.
My mom’s making albondigas, and we’re watching episode after episode of Super Chicken. Last night the baby woke us up five times. She’s very cranky today and had a screaming fit while my mom and brother were in the shower. I keep saying to Erik, “Aren’t you glad we don’t have kids?” My mom says… Read More »
Today I gardened with P in the afternoon but didn’t last long. I got exhausted–dizzy, nauseated, headachy. Maybe I’m sick. Erik’s been reading me a fabulous mystery by Dorothy Sayers called Witness of the Clouds. I’ve been making bracelets and enjoying myself. But tomorrow and Friday we’re scoring CSET. And then this weekend we’re going… Read More »
him: What do you want to do about breakfast? me: Eat it. What do you want to do about breakfast? him: Hide the idea of breakfast. *long gaze* me: I don’t know how well that will work out.
Erik had a fabulous time at the talk last night. It wasn’t as crowded as we thought it would be. He got there in time. Ed Brown was very funny and put lots of good ideas in everyone’s heads. As for the sitting, Ed Brown gave some instruction at the beginning and read a poem… Read More »