Oh, such a flurry of activity has been my life today! I shall try to be concise (HAHA), because I have a hot date with a Canadian lumberjack this evening!
His name is...Steve.
Yep. Steve is Canadian. The "lumberjack" term started about 5 years ago while we were on vacation "Up North" and Steve decided to be rebellious, defy the 9-5 working man, and skipped shaving for an entire week. And you know what?
I liked it.
I began to call him "My Canadian Lumberjack" during that shaving strike, and even though Steve prefers to be clean-shaven for work, I shall never forget the ferocity of his 10-day shadow.
I am so thrilled to have shared that with you. AND NOW...flurries of Friday Foto(s)!!!
Ahh, homemade bread. It thrills my soul. This is my 5th attempt at making bread from scratch (ie., NO BREAD MAKER), and I think I'm getting closer and closer to the perfect loaf. Each attempt has been acceptable...just not...not...PERFECT. And I am convinced that a perfect loaf of bread is something that is attainable in my lifetime. Now, if I can just get the bread to stop making evil faces at me (why does my bread always turn out with EYES of some sort??), then I'll consider that to be progress in my quest for the holy grail.
This is Daniel from this morning. I call this, "Little Lion Boy".
This is Daniel from late this morning. I call this, "My Little Shorn Lamb." I love this kid. He kept thanking me profusely while I was cutting his hair. Every time I tossed his curls onto the patio, he'd say,"Thank you, Mommy. Oh, thank you, Mother." Like I said, I love this kid. He is my mild-mannered one.
The grand finale...
All I can say is...BRACE YOURSELF.
Look!! It's a Green Bay Packers quilted tote bag! You know you've always wanted one! And for only $69.95 or four easy installments of $17.49 each, it's yours forever! But wait; there's more! Order now and receive TWO (2) free Green Bay Packer quilted cosmetic bags! They'll fit perfectly in your stylish tote! Order now; these babies are gonna go like hotcakes!
I'm so, so, SO sorry to have exposed you to that.
NO, I'M NOT! BAHAHAHAHA!!!
Words fail me, other than Welcome to Wisconsin. Oh, and Please Don't Show This To My Dad Because He'll Probably Buy It For Me. I can just hear him now..."Mary! This bag is CHOICE!!"
To end on a MUCH more positive note...
I have just one more thing to say...
God Bless Sam's Club. Where else can you buy a 50 oz. bag of peanut butter M&M's? And now, if you would excuse me, I've got a rendezvous with my Canadian lumberjack. Have a wonderful weekend!