‘MericaJune 5, 2013 - Author: Amy - 23 Comments
EFF YEAH! (Name that movie.)
My sweet hubby has been bringing me flowers every week for the past several weeks. He hands them to Junior who toddles over and thrusts them in my direction with a rough “Here”.
Have you ever thought to add dill to your bouquets? Me neither. It looks pretty and at first the smell is kind of a neat little novelty, but now all I can smell is pickles and I’m not so sure about all that business.
I repay D’s thoughtfulness by making him do things around the house such as hanging bunting from command strips even though he’s pretty sure they won’t work well on brick. But it was still hanging this morning, so there’s that.
‘MERICA! EFF YEAH!
The lovely sidewalk chalk art work is brought to you by Junior. Smile pretty, buddy!
Bill, please sit like a proper gentleman so I can take your picture and put it on the interwebz.
Bill: “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
Did you notice the ugly tone of forest green our front door is? Of course you didn’t because the door was open. If it ever stops raining I’m going to rectify the situation with Behr’s Nocturnal Sea.
But it’s tricky because obviously I can’t close the door until it’s completely dry and frankly I try not to have open paint cans around while Junior is awake. Last night I had a dream that I painted it, but had to go to bed with the door open so I wouldn’t ruin it and we got robbed. They took our TV and Junior’s bubble blowing lawn mower. You know, the stuff most burglars are after.
And now I must bid you adieu to find some Diet Dr. Pepper. Happy Wednesday, lovies!