I am not looking at the date of the last time I posted.
I have been, well, busy. To recap, as briefly as I can ever be:
Planting annuals, some in the crack under the bottom porch stair. Josie did it all by herself. By the way ...four. Squint and she could be twelve. I know.
We found mushrooms under the daylilies. Yes, Josephine you're right. They do look like ballet skirts. And stop looking twelve.
GARAGE SALES. West German pottery vases for $3 aside, the teak chairs for $6 got my nightie in a knot. That was $6 for the pair. Yes, I'll show you them. Sometime. We're busy.
Oy, the garden. It's Miss Haversham. I need to sharpen my clippers and tie up some business, but I'd like not to get soaked and covered with a gazillion tiny white flower petals while doing so.
And the lawn furniture is now beyond shabby chic. The crappy weather is conspiring with my lack of having an entire day to devote to sanding and painting it. In the meantime, isn't rust beautiful, in it's own way?
Besides, my desk, is a mess. My "IN" basket is full. It also appears that I do not have an "OUT" basket.
After dinner, there are various activities we're doing to get Josephine ready for kindergarten. I bought a few packs of stuff from the scrapbooking section a dollar store. FYI: Do not assume that 26 pieces in a pack means the actual entire alphabet is in there. FYI: If you buy two packs, it does not mean you'll get the whole alphabet either. That's okay. You can still spell stuff. Just not everything.
You can also learn to read using Daddy's tattoos.
In this household, it's more important that you learn your country stars anyway.
She's got "Burning Ring of Fire" down pretty well by now.
I'm excited about the world's cutest laundry soap, purchased at the Leslieville Tree Festival:
We went to the Riverdale Art Walk and the only thing that mattered to Josie, and Bambi, was the magician's bunny, named Shakira.
We went to a birthday party where I was mesmerized by Henry's chin, and had to take a macro shot:
Josie's face was painted like a tiger, and she ate her treats accordingly:
We went to Woofstock, and the only dog that mattered there was this one:
I don't think you understand how cute this dog was:
I don't think you're getting it. I asked her to roll him in butter and put him between two halves of a bun:
Steve had a gig, and I worked the door. It was like I was 23 again, passing out buttons and busting folks who just wanted to stay for one beer. I had to steal the stamp for their hands from Josephine's Halloween kit though. That's one thing that was different. Oy.
The marquee was corrected to say Coupe. It was funnier when it said Tenn Voodoo Couple:
Not enough letters to spell Tennessee either, I guess. Doesn't matter. I love their country version of Depeche Mode's "Just Can't Get Enough".
All Josie cares about is getting a ride on the amp anyway:
And busy with stuff like sorting out toys, and finding that rediscovered toys are awesome, and that I should threaten to donate something daily.
But really, if we had nothing but Bambi, life would still be pretty great. Bambi is the be-all-end-all.
Steve brought me dessert tonight - green tea ice cream. The choice of strawberry Pocky with it was unusual. And now, he's upstairs doing his business's taxes and I hear him listening to Solomon Burke's Valley of Tears.
I think he's trying to tell me something.
Like I said. Busy.