And my little man has been surprisingly amicable. Maybe it’s all the trips to Dairy Queen, or perhaps that I let him sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed during the thunderstorm.
Whatever the case may be, I’m just enjoying our one-on-one time. Daddy doesn’t get home till Friday, but don’t try to come rob me because a) you’ll still have a lot of boxes to sort through to find any good stuff, and b) I sleep with a knife when he’s gone. True story. D thinks it would be pretty ineffective against an assailant, but I argue it’s much MORE effective than a gun I don’t know how to use.
(Before you jump all over me, NO, the knife is not in the bed where my kid is.)
Speaking of boys and relative naughtiness…
The furry one on the left got away from me this morning when he spotted a neighbor out for a run. So I had to chase him, in heels, while my neighbor followed behind screaming “I’ll help you!!!”
A runner, I am not. Add in a dress and 120 pound dog and you’ve got yourself one cranky girl. Someone isn’t getting a pig ear tonight.
I bought this picture at an antique store recently.
On the back in faded writing it says “Dutch Farmer ’19″. I like it a lot, but then I watched an episode of Paranormal State and this family was being harrassed by the ghost of a mean old railroad worker, of whom they dug up an old photo and the girl was all “OMG, that’s totally him!” (cut to amateur drawing of ghost that looks exactly like a stick figure). But it caused me to wonder if those things work in reverse. Maybe this farmer’s ghost really liked this picture of himself and I just attached him to my wall. THEN I started worrying about the buffalo skulls we have in the basement and what their spirits might thing about being a decoration. It’s not like we’re using them as goblets, drinking wine out of them ala Lestat, but still… I’d be fighting mad if it were my dome. Unless you bejeweled it first.
Long story to basically tell you that is the first and only piece of art we have hung in the house. We don’t want to get too crazy till the walls are painted. To date, we have one half of one room painted. I’m thinking of leaving the rest as D’s welcome home gift.
What are you doing for Mother’s Day? I plan to not paint.