Can I just say I love all the Haikus?
I mean, like all twelve of them. But please note: at least 80 people in the world have read your poetry!! I am guessing that many visits by the stats on my dashboard. 🙂
Now, before I announce the big WEINER tonight, with neutral party husband being your judge, I have to share with you this super cute bag my sister brought me back from Thailand. It is handmade and to die for. I have a thing for owls. I’m not to the point of crazy-lady collector who has owls ALL OVER HER HOUSE, but I do have at least five or six things. I think that’s the start of a collection, folks.
I am saving this bag for Sloan because although I love it to death I just think it’s a little too whimsical for a 38-year old lady. Non?
I must also note that my sister is so brave to take her kid all the way to Thailand ON HER DAMN LAP. You would seriously have to drug me to do that. I would be in the airplane bathroom trying to pull smokeless bong hits. But to my hippie and frugal sister, it was worth the 23 HOURS OF MISERY. And of course her kid is so cute and happy and fun that she says he was a perfect angel pretty much the whole time. Sloan would have been hanging from the airplane ceiling by her fingernails hissing and spitting after nine hours. I kid you not.
Here is my little owl friend:
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