THE BLOG
I’m taking an mental health day. I’m obviously in need, as I just about went postal in two separate places of business this morning. But I leave you with the little bastard that wakes me up every morning by scampering through the attic and chucking things at my window. Hopefully this is the photo we...
I’ve decided to dedicate July, or what’s left of it, to truth. I really like this idea, especially because there is a lot of truths I’m having to learn in my life right now. Don’t get me wrong, things are great, I mean REALLY great. It’s just that they are completely different from how I...
Thanks for giving me props for the title. I am so completely pumped that you found your bliss again because you’re pretty incredible at what you do. Enjoy the beach! I’m so jealous that I’m not there. I blame you. :o)
This morning, while I was installing hooks and molding in the mudroom . . . Jeff said to me . . . “You do realize that we just built and entire addition to our home, just to store our kids’ crap?” I just smiled and said. “Yes we did.”
Seriously? We only get one picture at a time? Come on, Miss Photographer…you’ve got to do better than that. :o) Looks like it’s going to be great, though. Wish I were there.
The itch is back. It is a terrible agonizing itch that can not be ignore. I spend my days wandering through the house, wondering how to scratch it. I know I shouldn’t. I realize that half way through, it will be painful and possibly bloody, and I will probably regret ever scratching it. But I...
like it said in the New Testament: “And it is our desire that you may all keep the same high purpose in certain hope to the end:” (Hebrews, 6, 11)!!
I got an itch and now I have no wallpaper in the dining room and paint chips all picked out…now, to actually do the work.
Live long and prosper. Good luck.
Jeff wants our next house to be an outdated, fixer-upper that he won’t have the time to work on. So I’ll make you a room there and you can do my remodeling. You come up with the plans, I’ll buy the stuff, you do the work, and your kids can play in my pool. How does that sound?!?
And here I was thinking you were referring to your sunburned butt starting to itch, and I was all like “yo, i could totally help with that…” but then you were all like “the mudroom addition itch” and so now I’m all like “i cain’t do nuthin for that”
I wish I had itches that ended in useful things rather than just itches that involve laying on the couch munching Milky Ways and slugging Diet Dr. Pepper.
PLEASE let the Sant kids (including the big one) come play kill the squirrel. They are evil little creatures that are not indigenous to the United States. Big rodents. Bigger in Spokane AND they threw stuff at my kids if they got too close to the trees.
Punks.
Drowning is supposed to be the best/most humane way to kill them. You trap them in a live trap and then stick the whole thing in like a kiddie pool (not mine) and they can’t hold their breath so they die fast.
But the Sant boys are fond of fire and things that shoot.
Whichever.
Love, Tif
PS Too bad Matthew is sick, your mental health day could include us going out to lunch…
I didn’t want to say anything, but I think I heard that talking smack about you this morning. Something about not having the “nuts” to do anything about it.
Screw humane…bring on the BIG GUNS.
Though when Jackson noticed the picture, he said, “Aw, look Mama, it’s a cute little buddy.”
He has no idea.
Not just humane – fast and efficient – but lacking the luster of pure fire power.
I’m jealous–you and that little bugger play your cards right and you could have daily posts for the rest of the month!
MM, you want me to send him up your way? Say the word!
Couple years and two houses ago, Son-One got out of the shower and found one sitting on the clean towel he had laid out to dry off with. He didn’t immediately notice it and when he reached for the towel, it must’ve startled the squirrel who promptly peed all over the clean towel and then disappeared through a previously unnoticed tear in the window screen. That was enough close encounters of the bushy-tailed kind for us.
If you’re sending him, he better be in multiple shrink-wrapped pieces. 😉