A few crazy things have been happening to me lately. I’m taking it as a sign that you need to get your copy of SOTG. I could be wrong. Tell me what you think:
Listen to the universe. Buy it here.
Ellen and I built a fairy garden at the local nature center last week. A pretty standard mother/daughter experience – until you factor in the part where I had WAY more fun than any of the kids there. So much so that I went BACK without her later that day to make another one. Just myself. No kids in tow for the kids event. To make another one all by myself. But I gave it to my mom for Mother’s Day, so that is somewhat redeeming. Right.
Our neighbors a block or so over have a stegosaurus in their front yard. Just all year long. Because they like it. And they dress it up for holidays and seasons. Heather, if you thought a cement goose would be fun… Anyway, I’m trying to figure out how this conversation happened.
Neighbor One: Hey Honey? I was at the museum this morning, and they were having a dinosaur adoption right on site.
Neighbor Two: Don’t tell me you brought one home. Remember the last time you brought something like this home? That mosquito fossilized in amber? That was a disaster.
It’s Saturday. I’m already behind on this game. Skip.
I had some Qs about essential oils on my Insta. I’m thinking of writing a post on the matter. What Qs do you have so I’m not just clickity clacking for my own desire to avoid doing real things?
I bought a couple of Bilibos for the kids. Mike thinks I am straight insane for spending money on a shapeless piece of open-ended play-stic. But honestly, I am willing to give the kids needles and knives it if means they will play together – nay! play at all – instead of hanging on my legs all the day long.