It borders on victorian, funky, and ugly all at the same time. I think I am in love with it.
We now have 2 pieces of furniture in our living room, meaning you can come over to visit but only if the rest of your family sits in the car.
[boy arrives home, sticks out his tongue, and says,] “Hurts.”
[boy makes a sad face]
[girl mimicks the sad face in sympathy]
later that night…in the quiet that comes just before falling asleep
[boy] “I looked up on the internet about inflamed tastebuds.”
[girl opens and closes her mouth several times before responding carefully and with love] “Really? What did it say to do?”
[sadly] “Nothing. There’s nothing you can do.”
[physically supressing] “I’m sorry.”
[girl can no longer stand it] “What did they say was the cause of it?”
[boy] “Tongue trauma.”
[girl dissolves into a puddle of giggling mess on the bed; boy huffs and turns over towards the wall]
[boy starts giggling, too, at the realization of how absolutely ABSURD he is sometimes]
Winter k-nitting is upon us, folks! Let the fiber roll!
Starting next Wednesday, we’ll be meeting every other Wednesday from about 7:30pm-ish to 9:30pm-ish with (or without) sticks and yarn and general hilarity. Come one, come all. Prior knitting experience not necessary…sarcasm and thick skin a must. Consider this an open invitation. Perhaps this is just the spice your life is needing.
I made some flowers to celebrate.
Happy weekend to you all…we’ve finally got real snow, so I see some sledding in our immediate future!