Let me preface this by letting y’all know that I have nothing of interest to say. Nothing at all. Well, except that Caroline told me today that I am no fun. Gulley and I have always said that being accused of being no fun is the thing that gets us the most, because while we have been accused of being many things, not being fun had never been one of them until we had children.
I guess we better get used to it. If Caroline thinks I’m no fun when she’s three, just imagine what a buzzkill I’ll be once she hits puberty.
Anyway, I uploaded some pictures from my camera today and just thought I’d share what I found.
What on earth is that? Well, I wondered the same thing until I realized that this is a picture of bullets that have been used to kill animals. P has actually taken the time to not only measure them, but to get photographic evidence of the measuring process. Once again, I’ll tell y’all sorry, but he is taken.
This is a picture of an angel that I bought at 50% at an after Christmas sale. I had my eye on her before Christmas and at 50% I couldn’t pass her up. It was truly meant to be because the store was only taking cash and checks during the sale. Now, I never carry cash because I can’t account for it’s whereabouts. Someone must steal it out of my wallet, because there is no way that I can possibly spend money that quickly. Anyway, I had one check left in my checkbook and I happily used it to pay for this angel.
These are roses that came from our yard. I can take no credit for them because I have a strict no yardwork policy. P takes good care of our antique rose bushes and as a bonus, brings in fresh cut flowers for the house. It more than makes up for the pictures of bullets that have been in dead animals.
This picture didn’t actually come from my camera. My brother-in-law took it at a birthday party for my nephew. I just think it’s cute and it perfectly sums up her love for all things icing related.
And last but not least, Caroline has started calling me Pizza Guy today. So, between that and the advice that Boomama gave me this week after I wrote this post, I just wanted to give y’all the heads up that I may change the name of this blog to:
Pizza Guy
Serving as a precautionary orthodontia horror tale for preteen girls