While I was surfing etsy, Poppy popped up on a chair next to me.
Me: What are you eating?
P: Dessewt. (Dessert)
M: What is it?
P: Chocolate ice cweam.
M: Oh, of course.
P: Couldn't you smehw (smell) it's ..... sensible.... smell?
So right. Maybe I'll have a sensible breakfast.
Finally we got some snow!
They cancelled school in preparation for 'snowmageddon' or maybe they were calling it the 'blizzard of oz' (do they realize they're referrencing an Ozzy album? hehe). I have a pet peeve with weather monikers. The weather man kept shortening 'blizzard' to 'blizz' which bugged me. Smallifying the weather seems like bad karma.
Anyways, I keep finding myself talking about the weather to people and stating emphatically how I'd just like to have a 'big solid dump' (of snow!). I return home and then feel somewhat embarassed at my unfortunate choice of words!
Snippets of blue evening through the windows. And the dilapitated shed that used to be a barn.
Snippets of the eternally rearranged interior of our house.
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