Category: Everyday Mayhem

Resting tween face. I’m getting used to it. We’re a full year into this pandemic and she’s feeling the effects. Fully. She’s overwhelmed, and upset. She’d like her old life back. Mainly tennis. And I’m with her – I’d like for her to have some of that life back too.

She’s probably definitely sizing me up. For future manipulative reference, no doubt. She thinks she’s got me figured out, but it’s actually the other way around.

Front row seats to a spectacular sunset. I’d tell you they were free, but that’s not true. More like, included with purchase.

I’m not sure whether I’m proud or embarrassed to admit that we retrieved our final items, out of storage, over the weekend. You know, since we closed and moved into the new house a full two months ago.

Ginger had bun-bun smelling just the way she liked it. And now I’m in trouble for this new clean scent wafting from bun-bun.

A week or so before we closed on that house, it dawned on me that I had never soaked in that tub, and maybe I should. And then my superstitions got the better of me, figuring that something was bound to happen, probably a water leak. Best not to tempt fate.