Yes, Chuck. I remember what it was like to Christmas shop in flip-flops in LA. I feel your pain.
A rare moment when Marlo isn’t shouting marching orders to her sister through a megaphone.
“If you were going to go into an auto repair shop that makes a promise that says that they are going to guarantee their work, they’ll have a place for you to sit, and they will talk to you in a language that you understand, would you give them a try?”
It’s Gratuitous Picture of Yourself Wednesday, luckily for our kids.
I know. You’re wondering where her glasses are. You are not alone.
I suddenly looked up and, oh. Christmas is next week. Next week. Or, as Leta puts it, THE FARTHEST AWAY ANYTHING HAS EVER BEEN!
Not so much an adventure in finding help as it is a lot of luck and living in a state where everyone is exposed to kids.
Whenever I get a shot of Chuck mid-yawn I imagine him having a very thick Midwestern accent.
Normally I wait until Christmas Eve to wrap the kids’ presents so that when they wake up on Christmas morning it looks like the ground has exploded with bows and wrapping paper.
This week’s link roundup.