Are you on the table?
I am in the basket.
I rolled up to school drop off with my van looking like this.
We call it our one-eyed, one-horned driving purple poopmobile! It happens each fall that the birds start eating berries and hitting the van with purple bombs. I will wash it today and it will look like that again tomorrow, but people don’t know that and it mostly looks like I just don’t care! This is what happens when you park under a shady tree. I should clean out my garage and park there instead. It’s on my to-do list after clearing the stairway into the attic. I don’t really want to do either of those things. They are things that would make my life easier once I do them, but not so much easier that I’m all that motivated to get on it. There are so many other things I could do!
We have a six year old in the house again.
She’s still young enough to get away with running around in nothing but her underwear. The best thing she got for her a birthday? A hungry kitten she and her sister found. The kitten doesn’t belong to any of the neighbors and it’s beginning to look like she belongs to us.
Phoebe named her Mabel.
She’s adorable and I can’t even try to pretend that I don’t already love her to pieces.
Julia participated in her first marching band competition over the weekend. When we shared with people that Julia was joining the marching band, more than five people said, “Oh, they win everything.” And they do. They did! Someone incredible made an awesome recap video.
Yes, that’s Julia licking the Best Percussion trophy at the 1:04 mark. She said it tasted like victory.
Today is my mother’s birthday.
I made her cupcakes because she is the greatest mom ever.
Guacamole is 4 years old. (It is not her birthday.) That’s 32 in cat years. I looked it up. I had guessed she was around 18 because I took this picture of her today and thought it looked very Senior Picture-esque with her little crossed paws and faraway eyes.
I’m pretty sure I posed exactly like that for one of mine.
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