“…And the skies will be cloudy all day…”
Alternative song lyrics for those of us who enjoy the cooler, grayer days. I don’t know why October thinks it needs to be so warm, but I’m glad for the gray.
Fall break is upon us, which is good, because my girls are plumb tuckered out from academia.
Moo’s wording so badly, even the dog judges her.
Sassy sounds like a broken robot, “Can’t. Swim. Rosin. Six. Gym.”
“Where are your shoes?”
“Madrid. Algeria. Distributive. 6am.”
“We put our shoes on to go to school.”
“Can we take the stuff and the *wiggles fingers* for the thingy when we go *waves arms*?”
“No one can understand you. I’d like to buy a noun please, Moo.”
“Find your sister some shoes?”
“Do the stuff and the *wiggles fingers* for the thingy *waves arms* fit in the backseat with you?”
I pet them and feed them and drive them on Automom.
Tomorrow afternoon, there’ll come a decline in our pace. We will relish it. Mr Busyness A. Gogo will have to bother other people. Be on the lookout, y’all. He drifts in like the fog, dotting your calendar with letters and numbers. He steals your sleep and hides your words.
I’ve got big plans to make some chicken salad sometime soon, as I do have a hankerin. My other plans include not having plans.
(Apart from the guests.)
(Apart from the driving.)
(Apart from cooking, cleaning, and laundry.)
IT’S STILL GONNA BE AN EASIER WEEK, OKAY?!?
Happy Friday Everyone!