My son brought home a book he made at school with some pictures inside.
This is me. I am happy, but I am also wearing boxing gloves just in case I need to knock somebody out. At least he made me skinny.
This is my husband. I don’t know about you, but I think he needs a haircut. I noticed he’s missing his ears, which would explain why he never hears anything I say. Also, his lack of arms is probably why he doesn’t help much around the house.
Some of you may remember this view out my front window.
Here’s what it looked like after the big snowstorm blew through on Saturday.
Which leaves me with some cleaning up to do in the back of the house…
…and in the front.
Our dog had a pretty rough day at the veterinarian’s office yesterday, so last night I climbed down on the floor to pet her and make her suffer through some of my puppy talk.
When I got up, I noticed something stuck to my sock.
Thank goodness that sticky eyeball wasn’t attached to my other foot, because then I’d have to show you my sock with holes, AND I’d have to tell you that they’re the socks I “borrowed” from an Aunt. See? Those faint lines near the hole are part of her name. It was written across the sock in case she misplaced them at her retirement home.
There’s no doubt about it…my husband is a lucky man.
This is what it looked like outside of our house just a few weeks ago, when school was canceled due to snow. Really. Do you see any snow? Me either.
And, this is what it looked like outside our house this morning, when school wasn’t
canceled. Makes perfect sense, right? Wrong