"I know I'm supposed to love you and serve you and lay down my life for you, but not on vacation."
-best husband ever
On vacation we are, indeed. Ellie's enjoyed dabbling her toes in the pool and laughing as Jared pops out of the water in front of her. The ocean interests her, but she's not as excited about splashing in it. When we go on walks along the shore, she often dozes off on my shoulder. I suppose the waves soothe her, and her big sunhat blocks out the light!
In the "people never cease to amuse" department: how Greg Packer waged a successful campaign to be the most quoted man in the news.
Peggy Lee's "Fever" twelve ways. Which is your favorite? (Justin Bieber is mine, especially as the bassist tries to stifle his laugh in the background.)
Airplane bathroom art. No really, it's great.
Thoughts on privacy for mommy bloggers. I've been considering this carefully, and have actually filed through my archives and erased some of the clearer identification markers for myself and Ellie. I don't think I will be giving Little Mouse a permanent pseudonym, but I do want to be careful.
And as you write, keep these eight new and much-needed punctuation marks in mind . . .
In the "science is coolio" department: psychiatry in your stomach, and putting the globe's entire supply of water into one ice cube.
My skirts recently-- only a few, due to beaching it this week:
Tank top: Old Navy
Shirt: Old Navy
Dress: Old Navy
Coffee: thank you husband
Kim Riddlebarger on the Middle East prophecy pundits.