Was going to bake a cake for a going away party but I think I’ve been shorted several hours in the day to get such things done. Where did the hours go?
The older Rome gets, the less toys I think we need. I’m starting to imagine a house without toys, where normal things that can be used as toys are easy access. For example, now he’s playing with the cover to his bedtime book. The basket of toys next to him is mostly untouched, except by the Not to Be Trusted, who is very curious about what HE can chew up.
I have a succulent on my windowsill that, no matter how many times I turn it, twists back towards the light. How persistent and mobile for a plant.
The terrible/wonderful thing about selling your house is that you always must keep it nice and inviting. This requires so much upkeep (picking up each dog bone and putting it away every couple of days, just in case) yet to have a picture perfect house, nearly all the time? Pretty nice. Unsustainable, but pretty nice.
It feels a bit shameful, but I find myself trying to impress the hipster teenager cashier’s at the grocery store by telling them I’m from New York and it always works. Why do I do that?
I finally know my neighbors. Just in time to feel sad about leaving them.
My brother just sent me this, entitled, “Our Family Motto:” “It is not necessary to understand things in order to argue about them.” Who is Pierre Beaumarchais and how/why has he been spying on our get-togethers?
It IS cool that you are from NY…so let it work for you.
Ah yes, but, the teenage cashiers? Really? I think its cause they are few people who think that’s great around here, others think its too much. I don’t know. Anyways.
Well, it is what it is….let it be
Keeping your house ready to show is so time consuming! Sounds like our sons have the same preferences in toys