Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

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Some things have been happening. Some new. Some same. At this moment, I have very little desire to transcribe any of it.

Three year old's shoes on grown-up feet.

Then there was the time I did at home blood and saliva tests.


Seems like it should be easy, right? That blood did not want to come out.

"Just prick your fingertip" my ass.

Lancets were one use only. Until I Rewired It!



Spent a nice evening at Princess O's, with Lin and the KungFu C.

Rorschach Inkblots on Google. My friend tells me her young daughter "made inkblots in class. . . and one was an indistinguishable blob that was 'a scary fish that lives in the dark and eats little fish with his scary teeth.'"  I responded "I know that fish!" Then I produced this. Why am I not employed again?

Halloween happened.

LinLin made a scary spider jack-o-lantern.

Do. Not. Make. Eye. Contact.

AHHHH! It's coming straight for us!!

This happened. Two words: cocoa puffs.

Somebody got bit running errands today. Damn zombies.

We didn't just give out candy, we received goody bags from some adult ladies. I love the name of this church. Zombie Approved.

In sad news, we have a shirt that's up for retirement.


My Sunday church clothes.


A Swiss approach to shirt design.
Guess that's all for now. Leave you with this.

We've all felt that way, right?

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    1. Look at how OLD those feet look. Depressing. Not depressing-- the color yellow. Your kid is amazing. :)

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