Tuesday, November 30, 2010
One minute per year of age.
This is the point when my husband (with complete sincerity) says, "I have nothing to wear. Can you go to the dry cleaners tomorrow?"
I'm sorry, seriously? There's like twenty shirts hanging there. and most of them are white, blue, or white AND blue. He looks exactly the same every single day. It drives me almost as crazy as when he says his hair isn't doing right. It's half an inch long and has looked identically the same every day for the last, oh...eight years. It must be very subtle, these problems.
In other news, probably becoming repetitive, I found out that elves like to do what they see kids doing. So, here's Simon in Time Out. So, I don't really need to tell you about the last two cold, rain-filled days we've had, do I?
I haven't heard appropriate commentary regarding Simon or his photos, so you're stuck with them until you say otherwise. Off to sort out all the stuff I've bought the boys for Christmas this year.