Shop not!

As I am all out of cash and rapidly approaching a fabulous long weekend in LONDON, where I will be carrying and fetching for my Mom (which is totally cool, because 1. She's my Mom and 2. it's LONDON), I am not participating in any of the retail craziness of this weekend.
Instead I will be working, bidding farewell to my last Thanksgiving guest, editing/posting photos and repurposing old clothes into new clothes.

As we approach December, I have tasked myself with getting things crossed off the neverending TO DO list and instilling an appropriate sense of holiday cheer in the kids.

It's Fall

Oh my, is it ever. A few weeks back we went to the pumpkin patch, where Adrian tried his hardest to bring home a pumpkin three times the size we suggested.

The onset of Fall means all kinds of wonderful things. Yellow leaves against blue skies, massive quantities of baked goods, Halloween, Thanksgiving, crisp air, apple cider, sweaters, rosy cheeks and the smell of fallen leaves when I walk through the woods.

We are hosting Thanksgiving this year, which has resulted in a flurry of home improvement projects. Not all of them will be finished before people arrive in SEVEN DAYS, but enough that I don't feel like the house is falling down around my head.

And, yes, Dad. I will post pictures of the kids in their Halloween costumes. Eventually. When I don't have a kid standing on either side of me, demanding something.

Have a good weekend, y'all.
Enjoy the beauty before winter comes and chills your bones.

He's trying to do me in!

After this week I have decided two things.
1. Adrian should go into politics, because he is master of the spin.

2. I have to either join the french foreign legion or take up drinking.

Allow me to transcribe for you the two assignments that Adrian has brought home from school this week, exactly as they appear.

Assignment one:
One time I stole my sister's diperes and i got cought. I toled my mom I did it. And she spanked me. After that I never did it agen.

(Replace "one time" with "multiple times" and "stole" with "wore, urinated in, and then shoved in the back of my sister's closet")


Assignment two:
If I were a child in Heckedy Peg when the witch came in I wod stab her and take the gold.

(this little gem is complete with an ILLUSTRATION, wherein the child has a knife in the blood-red belly of the witch and is saying "this is esey")

So, yeah.
Parent/Teacher conferences are going to be awesome this year.

Do you think they'll let me bring a flask?