is there any piece of clothing quite as fantastic as a hoodie? it's all fleecy warmth and softness, like a wearable hug, plus you can pull your hands up into the sleeves and keep them toasty for the whole of january.
right now my bhf is in the laundry, and i am missing it. i am composing country songs in my head about it. if you know me in Actual Real Reality, you know exactly which hoodie i mean (yes, the oversized grey one with the red top-stitching) because i wear that comfy thing so close to always that you secretly believe it is the only outergarment i own. which is, well, largely the case now that you mention it.
dear spin cycle, please do hurry.
2. volcanoes and classic sci-fi.
during my favorite parts of saturday, elle fashioned play-doh bracelets and pink volcanoes with me, while my oldest boy read quietly beside us at the kitchen table. (and can i just say? there's something mighty satisfying in watching my son devour a book i relished at his age.)
which reminds me:
If you have never said "Excuse me" to a parking meter or bashed your shins on a fireplug, you are probably wasting too much valuable reading time. ~Sherri Chasin Calvo
(ok, so i had to look up 'fireplug;' it's another name for fire hydrant.)
clearly i'd know nothing without it.
this past christmas, the kiddos opened some nifty gifts. among the most cherished were coupons from the hubby's parents, good for A Golf Outing With Grandpa, or A Fishing Trip, or An Afternoon Shopping With Grandma. today grandpa owens traveled the nearly three hours here to take my littlest boy for a rollicking outing at chuck e cheese's. em played arcade games and purchased cotton candy and managed six pieces of pizza, but best of all, he cashed in on some Exclusive Grandpa Time.
what great people.
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