This picture made me grin when I stumbled across it today. Martin, face cloaked in chops, standing on the corner of Winslow, Arizona. From that song comes one of my favorite pieces of advice of all time: DON'T LET THE SOUND OF YOUR OWN WHEELS DRIVE YOU CRAZY.
So should I be concerned about the crashing, breaking sounds echoing up the stairs from the kitchen were Elspeth is currently skipping her nap? Is that the sound of my own wheels, or the sound of someone else's wheels that should not drive me crazy? For the record, I'd love to be standing, right now, on the corner of Winslow, Arizona. Or maybe be the fine girl in the Ford.
Speaking of which,
Wrinkles. Elspeth pointed to a particularly deep furrow in my brow and asked, "How do you do that, Mommy?"
Oh, here's Merry with a message:
Did you know that Elspeth and Ben have pulled out noodles, beans, honey. . . .
Is it a mess?
In the sunroom, not too bad, but the kitchen is a TOTAL DISASTER.
Take it easy. . .take it easy. . .
1 comment:
Need to get you a flatbed Ford, girl!
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