"She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain." -- Louisa May Alcott
Monday, January 23, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Small pleasures: Look what I found!
Oh my gosh! I found these shoes in the clearance rack at DSW! People, I literally skipped to the cash register. It's true.
So let's see . . . how many identical pairs of these rockin' red loafers have I now purchased? One pair for Coleen. One pair for Carolyn. Andone two three pairs for me.
They don't call me frugal for nothing!
So let's see . . . how many identical pairs of these rockin' red loafers have I now purchased? One pair for Coleen. One pair for Carolyn. And
They don't call me frugal for nothing!
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Thursday, January 5, 2012
Snapshot: here's how hellhounds ring in the New Year
So while the husband and I, along with the tall boy and the sunny girl, got all dolled up and went out into the night on New Year's Eve, the girl in charge was feeling a little bit under the weather. She decided to stay home and snuggle up under a blanket and watch all the David Tennant "Doctor Who" episodes. The girl in charge knows how to handle illness.
But when she wandered downstairs for a snack, here's a photo of what she found: Watson, casually relaxing on top of his crate, with not a thought at all about eating that double tiered arrangement of cookies right by his head. No sirree -- not our sweet old Watson; he's just sitting there reading his Bible.
One question still remains: how did he get there?
But when she wandered downstairs for a snack, here's a photo of what she found: Watson, casually relaxing on top of his crate, with not a thought at all about eating that double tiered arrangement of cookies right by his head. No sirree -- not our sweet old Watson; he's just sitting there reading his Bible.
One question still remains: how did he get there?
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Snapshot: Santa brought tickets!
Santa made this theater-loving family happy by bringing all of us tickets to see the fabulous Billy Elliot at the Kennedy Center.
Grandma Donna loved the tap-dancing the most, while the girl urchins rocked out to the "Angry Dance" and the tall boy and his dad (ardent Thatcherites) snickered in spite of their best efforts at "Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher;" the lyrics are hilarious but a little mean -- so you'll just have to Google them yourself. I loved all of it, and I know one thing for sure:
Grandma Donna loved the tap-dancing the most, while the girl urchins rocked out to the "Angry Dance" and the tall boy and his dad (ardent Thatcherites) snickered in spite of their best efforts at "Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher;" the lyrics are hilarious but a little mean -- so you'll just have to Google them yourself. I loved all of it, and I know one thing for sure:
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