You absolutely must go see the gorgeous fairy mobile roo has made. It’s magical.
We all need more beauty in our lives, right? Well, get a gander at the beauty she’s created. You’ll be glad you did.
She’s giving it to some friends with a new baby and, for the record, I shall now be stalking them. Just for the mobile. That’s all I want, people. Hand it over and we’ll have no problems.
Okay, something’s askew with my crankypants lately because I’ve watched this little clip, oh, about a dozen times now.
It takes about 30 seconds or so to really get going, but wait for it. It’s totally worth it. I mean, even my 20-year-old nephew thought this was cute. I don’t know who’s cuter — the baby or the mom. Her reaction is priceless.
ME: You know that kind of haircut I’m talking about? That some women get?
HE: Oh, yeah. The kind of haircut you get to accompany your personal dryness.
ME: I cannot BELIEVE you just said that.
And I then proceeded to guffaw for 10 straight minutes.
We’re basically just horrible people.
Good God, I love these two so much. And these photos. So sweet.
MB took these in March/April on the trampoline where we apparently spend all our days.
(On a long drive)
HE: So do you wanna go check out that farmer’s market ’cause I don’t.
ME: Uhmmm ……. I have no idea what the right answer is here.
HE: But I’ve always been kind of curious about it.
ME: (melodramatically) I just cannot DEAL with all the mixed signals!!!
HE: Hahaha. Yeah, I’m being a jerk.
ME: I think I’ll just sit here and see what happens.
HE: Okay.
ME: Who knows? Maybe I’ll get a better offer.
HE: Maybe. Though we are just sitting in our car.
ME: Piece of advice: When I’m dead and gone and you’re asking the chicas out again, don’t use that method. It seriously sucks. Like “Wanna go to prom ’cause I don’t.” What the heck is that? You’re a little rusty, peaches.
HE: True.
ME: I blame myself. I’ve made it too easy for you. I need to start playing hard to get.
HE: Okay. That’ll be fun.
ME: We’ll see.
So I was working on a little Marie Antoinette painting recently and it just went horribly south. I started swearing like a sailor — which was clearly just a manifestation of my latent Tourette’s because I’m an angel, as we all know — and in frustration, grabbed a thick black pen and drew giant Frida Kahlo eyebrows across poor Marie’s face.
It was impulsive, born of irritation (and Tourette’s), with no basis in reason whatsoever. There was no thought behind it other than the thought of ruining something utterly past fixing so I could just stop being annoyed with it already.
But then, well …… I liked it. I did. Kinda made me laugh just because it was so silly. Happy accidents, as they say.
Now I see it as a weirdly whimsical style icon meets style icon mashup and I can’t stop creating weird little Frida Maries.
A doctor’s perspective on loss in the OR.
Just needing a mental health break. I should be back next week.
I need more time looking at these little goobers:
PS: The Butt Grabber has cellulite and it makes me love him even more.
