1. Good God....it's 11:32 already. Damn. Next thing I know it will be 3:00 and too late or to early to do anything we want to do. Thank you Sartre, and Ernie, for pointing that out.
2. Here are the flowers Owen bought me the other day. I put them on the bedside table so I can look at them as I read in bed. They made me love our new wall color more than ever.
3. This is not rye bread:
THIS is rye bread:
4. Leo has been sentenced to a week of 2 hours of hard labor a day. We made him weed the other day. He stomped out into the yard where we were and said, "I opened the door and there was a bee just STARING me in the face. I hate this...this....this OUTSIDE." God I love that boy. Right now he's polishing our woodwork. I asked him if he could misbehave more often as this is delightful. Ernie just asked him if he was having fun and he said, "no, not at all" and Ernie said, "yup, that's the point."
5. I broke a treaty and tickled Owen's armpits. He says this is war. Uh-oh.
6. O.k...I think the boys have cheered me up. That and the smell of the wood polish.