I don’t know why, but I always schedule a bootload of things on the first day of summer vacation. So much for sleeping in. So here’s a few pictures from the last week, and maybe I’ll dream something blog-worthy during the night.
“I know it’s raining. I just don’t care.”
“Why are you so far away, Mommy? You know I’m not happy if I’m not touching you.”
“Go Fisher Cats!” (From Wikipedia: The New Hampshire Fisher Cats are a minor league baseball team based in Manchester, New Hampshire. The team, which plays in the Eastern League, is the Double-A affiliate of the Toronto Blue Jays major-league club.) (And, of course, they lost 9-0 to the Connecticut Defenders.)
The dog…the kid…the cuteness is overwhelming. I’ll have two of each and a side order of hot, handsome, rich, tycoon husband.
I only have one dog, but I can send you two boys, and I’ll throw my husband in, too (though it might take duct tape to keep in the shipping box).
He’s a hot, handsome, rich tycoon husband. Honest. Seriously.
BTW, I have no return policy.
Only if you take my businessman cowboy Sheik husband. We’ll call it an even exchange.