I guess I missed last week since I had an actual blog post about something. Oops. Evidently, I hadn't much to say anyway.
The world which Clover lives in is a place where statements like "if you eat all your cookies, you can have a treat!" are commonsense.
Did you know that Winnie The Pooh, Cheshire Cat, Kaa from The Jungle Book: all voiced by the same guy!
Violet is the only person who ever tells me "good job!" for peeing on the potty.
shapshots from the Faul house: Tim was upstairs playing God of War while Tara inhabited the stairwell with her paint bucket, doing some priming. Suddenly a mournful wail emanated from the stairs, and Tim called with much concern:
"what happened! did you drop your paint brush?"
"No! It's worse!" she shrieked......"I dropped my WINE!"
Since we were able to cash in Amazon credit card points to obtain a kindle for me, I have read, among pieces of a few other things: Letters of a Woman Homesteader, Persuasion, and about half of The Man Who Knew Too Much. The first book made me feel brave and adventurous. The second, mushy and romantic. The third, like I'm in a warped dream with people in masks and prosthetic facial features who are shifty, amplified and dramatic... and much smarter than me.
From the time I started trying to put this post together until now, the afternoon and most of the night has passed. I'm now the only person in the house who is left awake because Tim fell asleep helping me get Violet to bed.
The only other news I have is that I lopped off the only remaining chunk of longish hair left on my head. Most of the time I think I'm super happy about it. About 5% of the time I'm thoroughly horrified. Here is a terrible webcam photo of me and the girls
Happy Friday! (even though it's 9:30pm on Friday night so the day is almost over)
We will spend the weekend trying not to die from the massive heat wave that just knocked into the East coast. Please, air conditioning unit and power grid: keep going! Tim seems to think that I'm not as vulnerable as the elderly if the power goes out and the heat consumes us, but I beg to differ. My northwest blood curdles really easily.