Don't feed the wildlife
So if my sad little Indian isn't enough, we have some otters living in the backyard. Otters? In the desert? (Oops--typed "dessert" the first time. Must be hungry!)
So if my sad little Indian isn't enough, we have some otters living in the backyard. Otters? In the desert? (Oops--typed "dessert" the first time. Must be hungry!)
This is our front door and it totally makes me laugh every time I walk up to it because IT IS SO NOT ME. But he's growing on me in a funny sort of way.
While we are all unpacked and settled, there are a few projects I'd still like to get done around the house--pillows for the couch, a few curtain panels to hide some things on the shelves, and such. And I am wishing that I brought more of my treasures to scatter around.
I've been without internet since my last post a week ago. The Qwest internet box thing-y (my term, not theirs) finally came last night after seven o'clock and Toben got it set up. When I saw how many email were in my inbox, I promptly shut the lid to my laptop and decided to wait until this morning.
Besides I was almost at the end of the second Traveling Pants book and I wanted to finish it. (I read The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares while we were at the lake and I was totally surprised and loved it. So I was excited to get the second book in the series at the library yesterday morning.)
We're up and gathering our things from Mom and Dad's and will head over to the house in a bit to get the animals packed up and the last few things in the car. I'll load the cooler and then we'll hit the road.
I may have mentioned it a time or a hundred, by my little sis is an amazing photographer. You can check out her work here.
I gave the girls (and myself!) mani/pedis in Mom's kitchen sink yesterday afternoon.
I'm sitting on the couch at my Mom and Dad's house, the kids (my two, plus their cousins) are all watching Clifford on PBS, Toben's at our house doing some touch up painting and feeding the cats, Kristen just left to take Wade to work, Dad's at work, Mom's starting the Monday laundry.