Our house is being taken over by shin guards, cleats and soccer balls. The calendar is full of practices and games.
I went to Goodwill and found an eclectic selection of orange and yellow plates to display on the wall over our new/used dining table. Michael thinks it looks like a grandma's house in here. Next I plan to tat lace doilys to hang on the backs of the sofas and buy an air freshener that smells like Ben-gay.
The teenage boy next door (and some friends) got a hold of the kid's sidewalk chalk and wrote some interesting things on the concrete outside. Interesting, especially to Seth and Alice, whom I would prefer to not actually read those things. FYI, apparently we live on "Pimp Street" now. Please forward our mail accordingly.
Our landlord can't decide whether to sell our condo or not. The suspense is killing me. Really, ten years ago something like this would have sent me all into a dither. Now it just feels like life is happening, and there will be more where that came from . . . we can deal with it.
On my run this morning Thomas kept pointing out all the red and orange leaves on the trees. Really? Already? Can't we have another month of summer? On the other hand . . . I quite enjoy Christmas shopping.
I've recently discovered Guittard makes extra dark chocolate chips, with 63% cocoa mass. I've made cookies twice in the past week now . . .
The $48 embellished shirt I've been stalking at J.Crew all summer is finallllllly on sale . . . for $19.99! Score!
