|Pookie took a shot at The Botanical Garden|
Shocking, I know.
Considering it's the 14th.
Next year, I'm boycotting May.
But May is crazy. Seriously. Like hold-onto-your-seats-and-enjoy-the-ride crazy!
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved piece, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‑‑WOW ‑‑ WHAT A RIDE!”
Here's what we've been up to since I last wrote...
And then that same friend baked me a birthday cake. Cuz she's awesome like that. (And it was my birthday!) The cake was amazing!!!
|my birthday lunch. Y.U.M.!|
Big, very large, gigantickly huge trucks came to tear up my grass and leave this as my backyard. And now it's raining. And raining. And raining. Fun.
Final strings performance of the year for Pooks and Mr. T.
Someone decided she wanted to audition for the big time and needed sheet music and a head shot. Her audition was this morning and she'll know by late Friday. We left the building with a smile on her face, so it was a win, no matter what.
And someone else has a birthday. He invited his favorite friends and the decibel level skyrocketed in our house for about 12 hours. Good grief 5 six and seven year-olds can be rowdy. But, evidently he enjoyed himself:
|This may be my favorite photo ever.|
|Yes. That IS a bag on Pookie's head. |
No. I do not know why.