|Some of the exciting costumes that will be debuting tomorrow.|
It's hard for me not to correct myself and say that I am merely "pretending to write". It makes me think of where that line is between practicing the piano and playing the piano. When do you stop practicing and just play? When do I stop pretending to write and realize that I'm actually writing? I'm not positive. I recognize only that this is good exercise for my mind and heart, that forcing myself to sit down and type something (anything) is healthy for me at a soul level.
|Bruiser finds dinosaurs healthy at a soul level.|
So here's what we'll do. I'll sit here with my feet propped up on the coffee table and my window open, and I'll pretend that you're beside me, curled up with a throw pillow on your lap, and I'll tell you the things that I think you may want to know.
|Here's Iron Man being artistic at the aforementioned|
|Trigger's partner in nail chewing.|
She may be cuter than he is though...
|Fall mantle: no pumpkins.|
Will we survive?!
|I especially like this one.|
|Real men play sports and take care of their baby sister.|
Fifth, if I go back and add a few cute pictures of the kids, can I give myself a check mark for today and move on with my life? Especially if I promise to next time actually write something bordering on coherence possibly with a legitimate point? Thanks. Good plan.
Let's go get ice cream now.
|This is pretty much everyone's response to this blog post.|