Because ungrateful whining is so 2009.
I had a whole post written and ready to publish, about the ways in which I spent the last six weeks pretty much not-coping with the weather. In truth, there was a stretch of darkness and rain so debilitating that the only defense was to press my face against windows every few hours and weep silently, eat my weight in soup, wash sweaters obsessively, and read reputable, yet mildly trashy historical-romance novels (16,000 pages of novels to be exact. Yes. I said THOUSAND.), but then things suddenly got all lovely on me, and the sun made a few appearances. It's still unpredictable, but the trees in the muddy park that I visit every day with the dogs started sprouting pink buds (two months early, at that), and I had to think better of all the lamentations. Dear Universe, Thanks, I GOT THE MESSAGE.
Because you can't run away in giant floppy paw-feet.
So I've got nothing else. Unless, of course, you count spending part of last week encased in a giant Clifford the Big Red Dog costume. You should know that this is not unusual. On top of regular story-times and book fairs, once a month or so I visit schools with a 'favorite book character' and one of my co-workers who is awesome, but cannot help the fact that he is taller than Paul Bunyan. And so I typically find myself sporting said suits built for persons under 5'10" that smell of everything from male sweat to chewing gum. Now. I'm not sure what happens in the minds of children between kindergarten and first grade (maybe some of the educators and parents out there can elucidate), but please remind me next time to STEER CLEAR of grades one and higher. It will only end in tears. Mine. Or maybe I should just beat them to the punch and pin a large target on my stomach? It will help with their hand-eye coordination. You're welcome, kids!
Because there are funnier ways to waste time.
Everything is Terrible
Three Wolf Moon Shirt (A comment goldmine.)
What Claudia Wore. (And would you believe this is the second BSC related web-page I've had a crush on in the past few years? Clearly, I have a problem.)
Because it still sounds more like 'strangling' rather than 'playing.'
There is an accordion in this house, and Number 1 is being crossed off the old list! One day I will play it for you. Just not today. Trust me. You don't want that.
Next up: a long overdue craft-related post. Just when you thought I was losing touch with my inner grandma, the doll-making bug strikes again.
All love,
*Andrea
