. . . and by "visit" I mean "did all our yard work."
. . . and by "did all our yard work" I mean "planted all the plants we stole from her mom and dad."
. . . and by "all the plants we stole from her mom and dad" I mean it was sanctioned thievery!
. . . Kat gave them to us!
. . . we went home in not-the-Westy-and-why-didn't-we-drive-the-Westy? full of all of the everything.
Our Field is now full of all the everything.
You remember this kid, right?
Yeah, her.
I know. She still makes that face.
I texted Jacquie for the inside poop on the confusing monkey-like creature on G's gloves, because I know Jacquie's girl had the same confusing monkey-like creature on her long-ago jammies:
Who's this again? The gloves, not the kid. I know the kid.
Skippy John Jones!
Aka?
Paul Frank.
How desperately boring.
Right??
She'll always be Skippy John Jones to me.
She's a warrior, this one.
Plus she's adventuresome . . .
. . . plus she's intrepid . . .
2 comments:
Skippy John Jones! Big love for him st our house.
Big love for you all too. Looks like a fine sunny Sunday. A productive one at that!
xoxo,
Beth
How cute! Remember how annoyed Clara got when I insisted on calling her Paul Frank towel Skippy Jon Jones? Then I secretly got you to identify it as such. Paul Frank? Yawn.
Congrats on the planting! Earth day, indeed.
Love you!
xo
Jacquie
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