|The list in all its glory, but also blogworthy: the Joe Cal notepad and a peek at my oh-so-blue shoes|
The grocery list is sublime, though. She's 1 for 9!
smash bars (this is technically spelled correctly... but what is it?)
I've rarely felt such glee as I did with each glance at that list while shopping. Ain't life grand?
Next up is a moment I captured during one of our tragically routine mornings of chaos. We are always, always, always late and on the verge of fury. The low on gas light is always illuminated. The traffic lights are always red. The glass is always half empty. My boy had retired to his room to brush his hair and grab his shoes, yet in I walked on this spectacle:
Finally, a couple of moments from the scene of a recent get together with my lovely co-blogger Beth, and our gaggle of sisters-of-the-hair
|Calling Nonnie (sp?) for her birthday from a downtown street.|
|Then heading to lunch at the only restaurant our girls would hear of: Beer Co|
That didn't stop us from having a great time, though. We had just seen a hip hop/ballet production of Alice in Wonderland. It was an unusual and highly entertaining show, made more interesting because I had watched Black Swan the previous night, and I felt that I had an uncanny insight into the certain psychosis of those ballerinas. I was on high alert for destructive scratchy nutbars.
And that is all that I have to tell you!