afternoon delight
I know way better than to attempt a haircut on Saturday afternoon with any expectation of expediency, but I am approaching afro status and I have way too much going on this weekend to fit it in elsewhere. Speaking of afros, my current delay involves a whiny ten-year old with a rat’s nest who had to be scolded by her mother because she wouldn’t stop kicking the stylist as she attempted to run a brush through the brush. I feel bad for the mom, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the little girl didn’t turn bitchy overnight. Caroline won’t have the luxury of demonstrating that kind of attitude in public, because we will be heading right back home every ti

wish, wish, drink, drink (.com)
The denouement got me.  I’ve been a Phan my entire life.  I won’t sleep soundly or walk unstutteringly to-morrow.  We can’t lose in five games, can we?  I am unfortunately and (proverbially) stealing time from the faulty plan.  I should know better.

resolute love, love, love
My Wednesday has (unfortunately + somehow) morphed into Thursday and I couldn’t be happier.

the rules down now…
I know better.  ….and we’re done learning how to speak

joy! + thensome
pizza crust + apple sauce I finally invented some time to spend going through some pictures and it is dizzying at least to watch her develop day-to-day through the eye of a digital camera.  I will see her in a few short hours, but I still miss her so much.  Our new nap-free mornings are