Ben and I watched this movie last night and my skin is still crawling. Ugh. Horror movies don’t scare me. It’s movies about shit that actually can and does happen that scare me. To put it bluntly, this movie confirmed my lack of desire to have children. As one person stated on the IMDB message boards, having kids “is a crap shoot”. You never know what you’re...
Me and my best girl on her preschool graduation day:
I have a weakness for old cemeteries. I felt particularly drawn to this stone. Something about the markings and the age spots drew me to it and the wording on the stone struck me in a strange way. :::Behold and see as you pass by As you are now, so once was I As I am now so you must be Prepare for Death and follow me::: Pretty, isn’t it?
Farmers’ market scores: ::: The citrus marigolds I’ve been searching high and low for over the last three summers (all you citrus lovers out there, you have no idea what you’re missing). ::: ::: Fresh eggs, collected this morning, for a certain niece and nephew’s long-promised ice cream request (strawberry for her, chocolate-chocolate-chocolate-chocolate-brownie-reeses...
…and speaking of birds… Dogs are gross, we know this. But I was truly and completely disgusted when I caught Emmet snacking on a bird face today. We had been catching whiffs of a weird dead smell in the yard over the last week or two but couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Guess Emmet found it.