The resurfacing made this corner impossible to mow, so I don’t.
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
#38
I always wanted one. She gave it to me our first Christmas. I never dreamed how much fun our friends would have when they visit, secretly leaving it in inappropriate poses. Every time.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
#26
"I don't think you're happy enough. That's right! I'll teach you to be happy. I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs. Now boys and girls, lets try it again..."
Friday, December 31, 2010
#25
She kept everything from my childhood. As he aged, thirty-year-old toys slowly started making their way back into my life. I still can't believe she kept them so long. He does love that horse.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
#14
Our sloped driveway is not the best place for a toddler to learn how to ride a tricycle. He managed, though, with only minor scrapes and that one time he careened into the shed.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
#10
Once, a student gave me a crudely built coil pot she had made in ceramics class. She had painted a stylized skeleton on one side and the name "Frank" on the other. She gave no explanation. I didn't need one. From that point on, all decorative skeletons would be known as "Frank." I give you "Frank, reclining."
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