found on the outfit I bought
after I got home
Lucy had grown quiet while playing in the Rose Petal Cottage, so I peeked through the window to make sure she wasn’t eating ants. Again. (P.S. WE HAVE ANTS! GAH!) But she wasn’t. She was sitting in there looking at this picture of Julia that she’d snatched off the refrigerator.
She would point to it, then put her hands on her face and tilt her head to the side. Over and over. Point to the picture, hands on face, tilt head to side. Like she was recreating it or something. And it was just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. Until this morning when she woke Julia up by touching her face and cooing, “Pretty…Julia….Pretty.”
I guess that makes up for all the biting. And hitting. And snack pilfering. Also toy hijacking. And hair pulling. Did I mention biting?
Dave and I were walking back to the house after a run on the trail when we ran into our neighbor. We exchanged pleasantries as we are pleasant people. Or are we?
We started to walk away when I realized I was wearing my obscenely tight short shorts and a hat that said Knockers. Dave was wearing a Cruzan Rum hat and a shirt that said Dave: The Man, The Myth, The Legend.
And two of our cats were doing it in the yard.
Today, Julia asked me if she could please start her very own blog that she would call Julia’s Unicorn Place. It’s an idea I’m still mulling over. In the meantime, I agreed to let her compose her own blog post. Here it is.
I love unicorns. Unicorns are my favorite thing. And sometimes, they are good ponies, too. And they have great hair and they are great ponies.
I hope you like the title of my blog. Bye bye. Thank you. I love you.