Here’s a few things:
1) Matt & I put an offer in on a house. Will they accept? Will they decline? I can’t decide which answer I want more.
2) I think it’s sweet that even though my dad is pushing 70 and my mom is pushing 60 and they’ve been married for more than 40 years, he still insists on seeing her feet right away after we’ve gone for a pedicure. Immediately upon entering the house he says from his La Z boy recliner in the corner, “Well, stick em up here and let me see em!” She toddles over to him like a blushing school girl and puts a foot up on the arm of his chair. He leans over and peers over them like a hungry man browsing a menu in a fancy restaurant. “It looks good.” “It looks nice.” “They’re pretty.” and other variations thereof are uttered. That’s sweet. That gets me.
3) Of course, I also think the same about Matt, who, after what seems like a million years of dating and two years living together, still runs to the grocery store for me a bajillion times if I need him to without complaining and occasionally, just when I’m not expecting it and really need it, he buys a card and signs something sweet or suggestive or funny or encouraging or something else that was just what I needed to hear and leaves it in the groceries for me to discover while I’m unpacking them.
4) Kaileb has been invited to a sleepover birthday party. At a girl’s house. I kid you not. Some mother thinks it’s perfectly fine that at a ripe, old age of 12 and 13, it’s still okay for her daughter to have sleepovers with boys. I’m all for letting kids be kids as long as they can, but I think this might be pushing the limits of reason.
5) I had my brother’s boys for the weekend. Add it all up and you’ve got 5 boys between the ages of 7 and 13, two dogs and one messy house.
But what the hell? We had fun. I took them swimming Friday night and Saturday morning:



and then Sunday afternoon we went to the park to play some ball and have a picnic. The boys are really good at baseball and the weather held for us.

It was going well until Poe hijacked the ball:
Then a chase ensued:
We finally placated him with a biscuit replacement:

They were so happy with the result that they jumped in the air:

And did cartwheels:

After a little more baseball they were pretty tuckered out so they collapsed in a big heap:

I’d say we accomplished what we set out to do.
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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire




















I hope they all slept well after that. Your dad sounds like the perfect husband. I’m not sure that Rob knows WHERE my feet are.
I think the sleepover mom doesn’t realise that they are as old as they are.
He’s a good old dad, too. They don’t make em like that anymore, no siree.
And I don’t know how they slept that night, my brother picked them up later that day. Sure was quiet around the house after that.