…me. Hanging out three loads of laundry. Woo-hooooooo.

Yeah, you’re welcome.

Hoping Sunday Parkways bike ride/walk/skateboard extravaganza doesn’t get rained out this weekend…

Meanwhile, we were worried that our little Killer African Dwarf Frog was getting lonely, with no lovin’ (his friend died yesterday. or the day before. Possibly Tuesday, I have to tell you — I don’t always keep the closest eye on the frogs. They’re a little aloof.)

“He’s lonely now cuz they used to do it,” says Wacky Boy, smiling wickedly and running out of the room.

Yes, sex ed begins at home.

So we got him a little friend, and more plants so they can hide when they do it.

Like they care about modesty.

MamaToo is gonna be MamaThree any minute now, and look what I found for her for presents… (more…)

Things I Found in Pockets Yesterday:

a green plastic pin shaped like a bicycle
a guitar pick

Things I Found in Pockets Last Week:

a rusty nail
a quarter

(An occasional series, for Nan. PS — “…and Tobago…” was a clue on Jeopardy last night — we both yelled, “WHAT IS TRINIDAD?” haha. Thanks for the geography lessons, Nan and Beth.)

Extra, extra, read all about it!

Congrats, you guys. She’s a beauty.

(I am finding it ironic that this word can have those two meanings.)

phlegmatic

PRONUNCIATION:
(fleg-MAT-ik)

MEANING:
adjective:
1. Having a sluggish temperament; apathetic.
2. Calm or composed.

Thanks, Anu Garg, for the word-of-the-day every day. Keeps my mind clicking. He also includes a quote of the day. Today’s was:

“Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable?” -Khalil Gibran, mystic, poet, and artist (1883-1931)

Now, I used to be a big fan of Gibran’s, back when I was a teenager. Then I went to about twenty wedding where they all used the same quote. Then I was all, eh, about him. But that quote? It is especially apropos for me at the moment.

Happy, happier, happiest Tuesday, y’all.

love,

wm

(ignore the subliminal messages. just enjoy the song.)

On this beautiful Monday morning, remember the words of my late friend Beef: “Life gets better after you give up all hope.”

ps go look at the most perfectest strawberries I grew! Yeah, they grew themselves, I had nothing to do with it. And this is the gorgeous blue heron who parked his feathery butt on the neighbor’s roof.

“Solitude has but one disadvantage; it is apt to give one too high an opinion of one’s self. In the world we are sure to be often reminded of every known or supposed defect we may have.” — Lord Byron, poet (1788-1824)

Presenting the Sunday edition, now with more bullets!

* Not real clear on why my son was sleeping with a softball last night. (more…)

That’s this weekend! Don’t forget…