Thursday, May 4, 2017
Abe was working later and thanks to poor planning on my part, I ended up taking Peter and Greta with me.
It wasn't a good idea, and it did not work out very well in the end. Some little people just don't appreciate the fine arts. Sheesh!
Wiggly, fussy little ones aside, the choir did great and I really enjoyed the musical selections this year.
Let's just take a moment to acknowledge and celebrate that my floor was cleaning enough for a baby to be on. Go me!
She just can't touch it till she's 8.
My friend moved recently and she passed this treasure along to us. It was like Christmas morning! I like George's face as he realizes the grand piano is a music box that actually plays music.
I know, I know... nobody cares but me. Well, Abe might care a little as well. And if I'm being honest, I guess I don't really care that much. And I call myself a den mother... shame on me.
They feel so good, that in my exuberance to get outside on my morning walk this morning, I forgot to put on a very important piece of underclothing. I felt as free as a bird. As free as a robin red breast. Ahem. No further comment.
Appropriate or inappropriate? You be the judge.
No, you know what? You don't need to judge. It's totally inappropriate. But they do keep me laughing.