Happy Pen Pal Day! I don't have a pen pal, but I do have these fantastic vintage postcards from McKay's. Jealous? I am- of this guy! Look at how happy he is, out in the sun, rocking that pirate shirt, doing ... something. A pirate shirt may seem out of place in an old fort, but I dig it, even though it's anachronistic. I once wore a straw cowboy hat to a Renaissance festival - festive is festive! And now I want a turkey leg.
Facing down a weekend without the husband, and a rainy one at that. I’ll be the only buffer between the boys and them actually having to play with the rooms full of toys they have, which they avoid like the plague for some reason. Is there any more frightening sentence than, “I made up this new game?”
Although, this game with my little pool shark was pretty fun last weekend, despite the fact that I was rolling heavy balls near his already-expensive little teeth. All’s well that ends well.
A glimpse at his future?
Wish me luck on my Pokemon adventures this weekend. Apparently, you can’t get a Pecky Peck from Professor Oak on your first day, even if it’s your favorite. No telling what other rube newbie mistakes I'll make.