Wednesday, September 30, 2015

When I Was Younger

When I was younger, I needed glasses.  I must have been seven or eight, because I got them in third grade.  Second grade? Who knows.  I do know that I hardly ever wore them until sixth grade, when we moved to Mississippi.  I got sick of not being able to see.  Weird. Anyway, I think they definitely added to the look I was trying to pull off.

Anyway, when I was younger, I was also a bit of a tool.  I can remember going to pick out frames, skinny little seven-or-maybe-eight year old me, and finally choosing a pair, and while I was wearing them around the store, I remarked how amazing it was that I could already see better!!!

They were empty frames.  They didn't even have clear glass in them, they were LITERALLY just frames with air where the lenses would go.

And I declared, for all the world to hear, that I could already see better with them.

Bless my parents.  They didn't remark.  Either they were being graceful and not making me feel like a complete and utter asshole, or (more likely) they weren't listening.

Either way, I cringe at this memory at least once a week.  What was WRONG with me?!?! I guess I was just a dork, thru and thru, when I was younger.

And a little bit now too.

As always, linking up with Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop with prompt #1: Write something that begins and ends with the words “When I was younger.”   Although I guess a cheated a tiny smidge on the end there.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Book Report: Case Histories, Broken Monsters, Sound of Broken Glass

Two good books, one great.  Let's dive right in.

First up, The Sound of Broken Glass by Deborah Crombie, another James and Kincaid mystery. I believe this is number 15 in the series?  My initial thoughts: Very nice. These books certainly aren't blowing my mind, but they're enjoyable and fun to read. Little too much 'romance' for my taste, but the mystery isn't half bad and I do love the London setting.

And really, NICE is the perfect way to describe these books.  I actually liked No Mark Upon Her better bc the extra characters in that one were better, but this was all right.  It was quick and fun, and while it didn't keep me guessing (like AT ALL) I still enjoyed watching Gemma and Melody finally figure it out. I'd grab this one at the library, but I wouldn't pay for it.

From the back of the book: In the struggling but close-knit South London neigh of Crystal Palace – once the apex of Queen Victoria’s glamorous Great Exhibition, ruinously gutted by fire – a gifted boy and his new neighbor, a solitary young widow, make a pact of friendship; only to see it tragically shattered by a shocking betrayal..

And now...

Detective Inspector Gemma James’s first case as lead Murder Investigator takes her to seemingly respectable, prominent barrister, found dead at a seedy/low rent hotel in Crystal Palace – naked, bound, and strangled. Is his death a sordid accident – or a more sinister murder? Gemma's investigation leads her, and husband, Detective Superintendent Duncan Kincaid into a labyrinth of secrets, murder, truths into the dark corners of the human condition...and truths better left uncovered...

Next let's do Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes.  I picked this up solely because I absolutely LOVED LOVED LOVED TO DIE FOR The Shining Girls.

Unfortunately...this was no Shining Girls.  But really, that's okay.  I mean, they can't all be Shining Girls, right?  I'm making my peace with it.

My initial goodreads reviewGood, even a little great, but not GREAT. Scared the shit out of me, but in a weird way that I can't quite put my finger on. I don't know, the supernatural aspects didn't work for me, I definitely preferred Shining Girls. There just wasn't a character I could really get excited about in this one like I did with Kirby and Dan. Although I really loved TK, he just didn't get a lot of screen time. Page time? Anyway. Worth a check out at the library, not sure I'd pay full price to own my own copy.

And I stand by that.  I didn't really like the Layla story, but that could be bc I'm projecting my fears about Ava into that whole hot mess.  The idea of her just having sex with some random kid down the street? TERRIFYING.  And all the online business, no.  It didn't ring true to me, and I'm nearly positive that it's because I'm in total denial, but whatever.  Don't burst my bubble.  Ava isn't Layla.

So yeah, after typing that out, I think it's safe to say that that's why I didn't love this.  So if you don't have a ten year old daughter, you might actually really love this one.

From the back of the book: In the city that's become a symbol for the death of the American dream, a nightmare killer is unravelling reality. Detective Gabi Versado has hunted down many monsters during her eight years in Homicide. She's seen stupidity, corruption and just plain badness. But she's never seen anything like this. Clayton Broom is a failed artist, and a broken man. Life destroyed his plans, so he's found new dreams - of flesh and bone made disturbingly, beautifully real. Detroit is the decaying corpse of the American Dream. Motor-city. Murder-city. And home to a killer opening doors into the dark heart of humanity. A killer who wants to make you whole again...

It's pretty violent.  Brutal and graphic. It was good, but I'd pick up Shining Girls instead, if it was up to me. 

And finally, for the amazing.  Should I have started with the amazing? Who knows.  Case Histories, by my beloved Kate Atkinson.  My initial review pretty much says it all: This book was amazing. I don't know WHAT about it was so good- the mysteries weren't unpredictable, the plot was nothing groundbreaking. But it was just AMAZING. You can TOTALLY tell that this is the same woman who wrote Life After Life- aka The Best Book Ever. And I'd go out on a limb and assume that JK pulled a lot from this for her Strike books and, in turn, so did SK for Mr Mercedes. It was just so good. Like read in two days good. Kate Atkinson is a god.

From the back of the bookCase one: A little girl goes missing in the night. 

Case two: A beautiful young office worker falls victim to a maniac's apparently random attack. 

Case three: A new mother finds herself trapped in a hell of her own making - with a very needy baby and a very demanding husband - until a fit of rage creates a grisly, bloody escape.

Thirty years after the first incident, as private investigator Jackson Brodie begins investigating all three cases, startling connections and discoveries emerge . . .

From what I can tell (I don't want to over-google it bc I'm scared of spoilers) this was the first of four Jackson Brodie books.  AND!! There was a miniseries on bbc or itv or some such starring...LUCIUS MALFOY!!! And we all know how much I heart eyes emoji Lucius Malfoy!!! But again, I don't want to delve too deeply into finding that until I read the reset of the books.

So, the take home message for the day? Go read Case Histories, everyone, no matter what.  Check out Broken Monsters if you think you can stomach it.  And grab a Deborah Crombie if you can't find a Jack Reacher and you're looking for a fluffy, fun read.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Things I (Would Probably Definitely) Love

Well it's obviously too early (and I'm way too old) to have a Christmas list, so that's NOT what this is.  This is just a few things that I bet I'd really enjoy having.  That way, if I come into a windfall and suddenly have two billion dollars and can't think of a single thing to order, I can pull up this handy dandy post and viola!! All set.

People don't plan to fail, you know.  They FAIL to PLAN.  I don't want to not have a plan!!

First up is this sewing machine.  It's the Juki tl-2010Q and while I've never actually seen one or personally know anyone who has's the one I want.
Quite a few people I stalk online either have it or used to have it or recommend it, and that's good enough for me. Red Pepper Quilts used to use the same version of it (different bc she's in Australia), Cluck Cluck Sew has one (but she makes me a tad nervous about the walking foot), Splish Splash Stash loved hers- I could go on.

I want one.  But it's a thousand bucks and it's not like I have an etsy shop and am actually making any money it's relegated to the 'in case I win two billion dollars' list.  Relegated? Is that a word?

Remember when we went to Rome and it was awesome and perfect and my photos were to die for? It's because I rented this amazing lens.  I loved everything about that lens.  Almost two years later, and I still have dreams about it.  But it's nine hundred bucks on amazon, and I'm a mom with a blog that my mom and my bestie read, so I don't need that particular lens.  My current lens is this tamron and I heart eyes emoji that one, so I don't see any problem with going for the generic wide angle too.

Although apparently amazon sells used stuff? I never knew that.  They've got the used Nikon for five hundred...hmm.  Things to ponder.  You know, for when I win that two billion.

Next up? My van.
this was NOT my van. my baby was dirty. and awesome.

Now you KNOW how much I love London.  And I wouldn't trade this experience for the whole wide world.  But I miss my van.  I don't regret not bringing it because I'm not the world's best driver (cough understatement of the year cough) and I think it really helps having a tiny car and having the steering wheel on the wrong side.  But ohhhhhh how I miss my van.

I don't care about engines or horsepower or gas mileage or ANYTHING- I want seats where my kids don't touch each other, doors that open AND CLOSE themselves, and one of those magical keychains where the doors unlock when I walk up to it.  Isn't that so spectacular?!?! I hate ABSOLUTELY HATE when I'm walking up to the car with like my hands full of food and a diet coke and I have to hunt for my keys in my bag.  How lazy am I?

Very.  I'm very lazy.

And I want my doors to just magically unlock.  I don't know what that's called so I don't know how to search for it, but I trust Nick to figure it out.

I'd also like a heated steering wheel (thanks for putting that idea in my head Megan) but that's not a deal breaker.  The magic doors are.  And unlike my two billion dollar fantasy items, this van is GOING to happen.  You hear me, Destiny? It's happening.  I regularly have daydreams where we land in...a hazy place with the names blurred out bc we still don't know where we're going...and Nick has arranged for this van to be in the parking lot as a surprise, even with a big red bow like in the Christmas mercedes commercials. And he's somehow slipped the magic key into my bag so it unlocks when I walk up to it!!!

And then we drive it to the perfect house that he's already bought and had our shit unpacked into.

It's a great dream.

Number four is of course numero uno on my list for when I find that two billion dollars- a first edition copy of The Gunslinger.
I don't know what I would do with it.  I've read it mulitple times, the original and the original original, which came out a million years later but apparently includes everything he wanted to publish at first but whoever it was wouldn't let him.  I have a hardback copy, a paperback, and the kindle version, so I don't really need another one.  It's not even my favorite SK.  But for some reason, I've always wanted this.  And it's always been btwn 900-1000 bucks. You'd think I'd want the first edition of the Stand, my favorite, which is usually less than three hundred.  The actual first, not the first edition of the time he published it as the original and uncut.  Bc I already have that.  Apparently, that's SK's thing, rereleasing books?

The WORST part is that ages ago, my gramma June let me have whatever of her old SK books I wanted and I bet you dollars to donuts she had this one and I skipped right over it for Tommyknockers.  I do love Tommyknockers though. Sigh.

And the last thing I want but will probably never buy is Elise's Get to Work Book.
I certainly can't justify fifty bucks on a planner when scrap paper or my old arc notebook work JUST FINE, but it's nice to dream.  Apparently anyone who's anyone (on instagram...) has this and loves it and if everyone else has it, I want it too.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015


Well I was going to write this all bragging about how I don't mind waiting at all, but I don't think what I mean is 'waiting'.  I don't mind 'waiting' for things when I can read or knit or even just play on my phone.  But is it really considered waiting if I'm having such a good time?
I have to wait for traffic to clear out every morning after the school run, so I can either sit at the traffic lights (there's only two between me and my house- God bless the traffic circle forever and ever Amen) or I can wait in my parking spot and read a few pages of my book.  Guess which one I pick? I have to wait an hour every Tuesday evening during swim class, I could either talk to Nick, talk to other parents (strangers!! no way Jose!!!) or read my book or get a few rows on a sock done.  Guess which one I pick?

But those seem like cheats.  I'm only 'patient' when it benefits me.

On the other hand, we're 'waiting' to find out where we're gonna live next and I'm not handling that well AT ALL.  We sort of think we might maybe know where we could end up, but honestly, until the plane tickets are paid for and our household goods are loaded up and on the boat...I won't feel confident that that's where we're headed.

Why is waiting for this so much harder? I don't know, I'm really asking.  My visa doesn't expire until June, so I've got nine months and some change.  It's not like I have to 'get ready' bc I'm not one of those weirdos who pre-packs for the packers.  No thank you.  They'll walk in one day to the house exactly as it is RIGHT THIS SECOND, throw all my shit in boxes and be on their way.  I don't need to know which box my fourteenth favorite coffee mug is in bc I just don't really care.

No matter where we go, it's not like I can register the kids for school early.  I guess I could if we went private, but there's a lot of them, and mama ain't getting a job, so we're not paying for school.  So I don't need to do that.

And those are the only two things that I'm really in charge of, so essentially, I've got nine months to read and knit and watch tv, all things I love to do.

So why is it so hard?!?! It doesn't make any sense!!!

Why can't I just stay here?!?! Maybe that's at the root of this distaste for waiting- I don't want to leave.  Do I think that if I know where we're going it will be easier to leave this, The Best City in the Whole Wide World? It won't!! Nothing will make it easier!!!

Also, I'm a homebody, I try to leave the house as little as possible.  So it doesn't MATTER if I live in Virginia or Connecticut or California or Guam.  My furniture is the same no matter what, so why do I care?!?! Whatever is going to happen is just going to HAPPEN.
via my fave Elise Blaha Cripe

Ugh.  This is just getting me all worked up, so I'm out.

Edited to add that I drank the koolaid the other day and listened to the first two episodes of Limetown (most accurately described by someone or another as 'Serial meets X Files') and now I've got to wait apparently forever for the next episode.  So waiting sucks. The end.

Linking up with Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop with the prompt: Write a blog post inspired by the word: wait.  You should join up too, it's super fun.  Super fun party, girls. 

Monday, September 21, 2015

Stream of Consciousness

-My phone is broken.  I got it right after I had Daisy and I have a soft spot for the ole gal.  But I drop it.  A lot.  Nick can replace screens right quick, but we have to wait for it to get here.  And it's not like just cracked, the screen won't work at all.  I can hear it ding! when Angela texts, but other than that, it's a useless black box.

Not having a phone is disconcerting.  I do not like it.  Not the least of which, I can't listen to my Mornings playlist during the school run, which turns that hour into the Hour of Boredom and Death.

-I finally started 'working out' again, but I also can't seem to stop drinking and shoving pumkpin everything with cream cheese frosting into my face hole, so it's more like a one step forward eight steps back sort of situation.

-We're finally having our family pics taken (I loved the ones in Hawaii so much, I've had no desire to book anything else) and my current dilema is this: I wear my glasses 100% of the time now.  So I should wear them for the pictures.  But the idea of wearing glasses for my picture just doesn't feel right.  But then if I wear contacts, I'll be looking at the pics and be all like that's not even what I look like.

The struggle is obviously real.

-Speaking of the struggle, it hit me the other day that we're most likely going to be moving next summer and I have an ENTIRE house full of plants.  What is going to happen to my beloved greenery?!?! I love London with the biggest heart eyes emoji ever, but I think I might even be MORE sad about leaving my plants.  Isn't that the stupidest thing you've ever heard?

-I have run out of pumpkin cupcakes and am now just eating the frosting with a spoon.

-All the books I requested at the library came in last week AT THE SAME TIME and I don't know what to do.  I'm reading Fourth of July Creek and so far it's sort of meh, but I rarely quit books, and I don't exactly want to quit this one, it's not THAT boring and I think it's about to get good, but I really want to read the other books I have.  If you're dying to know, the books I can remember quitting were The Teleportation Accident and Blue Like Jazz.

-We turned on the radiators last week.  It feels better to say 'we turned on the radiators' than 'we had to crank up the heat before the middle of September because we are absolute pussies who hate to be cold.'

-That's all I've got.  Now I need to go put this bowl of frosting with only one tiny bite left in it back in the fridge and think of how I can blame the kids even though they won't be here all day.

Friday, September 18, 2015

Finish It Up Friday: Minecraft Creeper Quilt

Well, I am sick TO DEATH of hearing about Minecraft, so it caught me off guard how much fun I had making this quilt, and I gotta say- I love the finished product.

Weird, right?

I used a half yard each of five different Kona greens, but you could probably use any ole greens you fancy.  I used Honey Dew, Grass Green, Basil, Tarragon, and Chartreuse.  And Jet Black. (I was making two quilts so I actually used a smidge over a yard of each. You'd have to do the math and figure it out for yourself, but I got about 56 squares per yard and these quilts used 168 squares total and came out about 52x62)
Then I used my vast knowledge of Creepers (plus Pinterest) and my mad PSE skillZ and drafted a rough grid of how I wanted to lay it out.
But honestly, once I got upstairs, it was just sort of a mishmash on the design wall.  I wanted to make sure I mixed it up nice and good, so I totally nerded out and broke it up by sections and calculated how many of each green squares to do for each section. But creative people could probably just eyeball it and save more than half the stress.

Anyway.  Before I could get it on the wall, I tore my yardage into five inch strips, then cut the strips into five inch squares with my beloved rotary and mat. And since this was an order for someone who actually paid (instead of a gift or for myself) I starched the heck out of the strips before I started cutting.  Then I laid out the top half and chain pieced each row, pressed the rows (I press odd rows down and even rows up, if you're curious.  Even up and odD Down. I dunno.  It works for me) then nestled the rows into each other and sewed them together.  Repeat for the bottom.

Then I had a completed top!!! I found this AMAZING green and black chevron minky for the back- that was when I actually decided that I was going to have a BLAST on these quilts.  It's to DIE for.  And yes, I bought it all.  Seriously.  Sorry. I'm sure you could find it somewhere else if you want it.  Anyway, I basted it on the dining room table while watching the finale of Extant (such a guilty pleasure) with my go-to flannel sheet for batting.  What am I gonna do when we get back to the States and I can't find this? Ugh.

Then it was back upstairs for the quilting!! I actually love this part.  I went 1/4 inch on either side of every green seam with this green thread and then I outlined the inner parts of the eyes and...mouth? Is that his mouth? I outlined that in green then stitched in the ditch with dark grey.  I wanted it to blend it but it doesn't really bc duh I shoulda used black, but I didn't have any.  Sorry Mel.

Trimmed it up and added the binding using this tutorial and I don't want to toot my own horn (yes I do) but this is basically the billionth quilt I've binded this way (bound?) and for the FIRST TIME, I caught ALL the stitches on the first go!!! HOORAY FOR ME!!!


Since I was making two practically identical quilts for two little brothers, we went with two different bindings to maybe help them identify which is which.  This zig zag and this houndstooth were the final verdicts, and I think they both look fabulous.

Tossed it in the wash, trimmed all the threads (why so many threads?!?!) and viola!!! Finished quilt.

LOVE.  I'm already almost done with her second one and I've already ordered enough fabric to make one for my own kids.  Who'd'a'thunk I'd end up loving this so much?!?!

And for good measure, here's the back (draped artfully to hide the DEFECT in the fabric!!! Ugh.  But fabric dot com made it right and the owner says she doesn't, so it is what it is...)

 Honestly, so much fun making this.  Anyone else want one?

Linking up with Sew Can She for Show off Saturday and Flamingo Toes for Show&Tell.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Book Report: The Good Girl and Little Lies

These were BOTH so great.  I feel like it's rare that I put two together that I really loved!

First, The Good Girl, by Mary Kubica, recommended to me by Robin, who has never once- not ONCE!- steered me wrong.  There's not much to add to my initial thoughts: Oh my GAAAAWWWWWDDDDD this was good!!! So good. Predictable, but that didn't bother me at all. So good. My heart broke for every single person. So good. SO GOOD!!!

It's a mystery type thriller type or whatever the genre is called, told in alternating chapters of 'before she was kidnapped' and 'after she comes home' and it really WORKS with this story, you know? And the detective? I've never had a character so well developed- I initially didn't care for him bc he was sort of a dick who thought he was Too Cool For School (remember when he interviewed the boyfriend? Gag me) but by the end I was absolutely one hundred percent smitten.

I loved basically everything about this book.

From the back of the book"I've been following her for the past few days. I know where she buys her groceries, where she works. I don't know the color of her eyes or what they look like when she's scared. But I will."

One night, Mia Dennett enters a bar to meet her on-again, off-again boyfriend. But when he doesn't show, she unwisely leaves with an enigmatic stranger. At first Colin Thatcher seems like a safe one-night stand. But following Colin home will turn out to be the worst mistake of Mia's life.

An addictively suspenseful and tautly written thriller, The Good Girl is a propulsive debut that reveals how even in the perfect family, nothing is as it seems.

HIGHLY RECOMMEND. And I completely agree with the blurb or whatever that is on the back, this book was 'addictively suspenseful and tautly written' no doubt about it.

Next, Little Lies (Big Little Lies in America...) by Liane Moriarty. Now this author...I don't know what to say about her.  What Alice Forgot is seriously one of the best books I've ever read.  Not that it was like 'the best book I've ever read' but more made me think.  It stuck with me.  And I loved it.  But then The Husband's Secret, I hated it.  HATED.  I don't get it.  But libraries are free and I really did love Alice, so I grabbed this one day and started it, somewhat apprehensively, when we went camping one weekend.

And I didn't put it down until I was done.  My goodreads review: So good!! So much better than I was expecting. I loved what Alice forgot, but I was mostly indifferent (leaning towards dislike...) about the husbands secret and I almost sent this back to the library without even opening it. SO GLAD I DIDNT!!! I don't know much about domestic violence (THANK GOD) but the part where her old lady babysitter tells her FIRMLY to get a new tennis partner SLAYED ME. I was actually sobbing. And Madeline!! Although I'm not skinny or fashionable, I don't know, I could REALLY relate to her. Oh man. This was just GOOD. And hey Angela- I didn't peek at the end!!! I sort of guessed the victim but I did NOT guess the assailant. So good. 

Yall, it really is so fantastic.  HIGHLY recommend.  

From the back of the bookShe could hear men and women shouting. Angry hollers crashed through the soft humid salty summer night. It was somehow hurtful for Mrs Ponder to hear, as if all that rage was directed at her . . . then she heard the wail of a siren in the distance, at the same time as a woman still inside the building began to scream and scream . . .

When a harmless quiz night ends with an act of shocking violence, the parents of Pirriwee Public School can't seem to stop their secrets from finally spilling out. Rumours ripple through the small town, as truth and lies blur to muddy the story of what really happened on that fateful night . . .

So there you go, two books you should drop everything and go snag.  SO GOOD. 

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Now That They're Gone...

Now that they're gone, first thing I'm gonna do is cry.

They used to be this.

And now they're this.

True, I hated the baby stages, and the toddler stages were so LOUD, but still.  Even the Ice Queen gets a little misty eyed to think they used to live inside my body and now they're out in the world, telling everyone how big my boobies are (Warren) and that sometimes Nick and I take showers together (Daisy.)

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna wash my walls and baseboards.  I didn't even used to know that this was a thing.  Wash the walls? Wash the BASEBOARDS? What even are baseboards? More importantly, what did I think, that the walls would just rid themselves of fingerprints and boogers and food MAGICALLY? Did I think we'd just move? Nick would just paint over it? ENOUGH.  Daisy's first full day is September 21 and I'm washing those fucking walls on the twenty second.  EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM.

Or at least the ones in the hallway.  The downstairs hallway.

Baby steps.
Why not the twenty first, you ask? Because now that they're gone, I'm gonna lay on the couch and watch all three of the last Eleven episodes of Doctor Who, all in a row, and I'm not getting up ONE SINGLE TIME. Not once, I'm telling you!! And that's going down on the twenty first.
Because #priorities.  I figured when netflix added Twelve's first season, that was a sign to just power thru the rest of Eleven (I quit when Amy and Rory left because I sort of hate Clara) but I want those last three to be special.  Here's hoping they're not lame and bumming me out.

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna go spend a day walking around London, all by my lonesome.  My plans include hot coffee, hot tea, a trip to Loop, and going to the Portrait Gallery, and getting reacquainted with my Big Girl Camera. Not sure when I'm gonna do this, but it'll have to be soon before it gets too cold.  #imisshawaiiweather

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna get back into my Me: The Abridged Version class.  I was having so much fun with it, but I set it aside bc I figured that would be a fab project to fill my days with everyone in school and Megan and Samantha gone.  Man, I'm still so bummed they left.  Sigh.
Now that they're gone, I'm gonna revamp our menu plans.  I use Plan to Eat and I love it but I need to weed thru and delete recipes that either suck or I'm just not ever going to do (paleo lasagna? Yeah right) and get a good fall menu rotation going on.  I like to plan five weeks of meals (Sunday-Thursday bc Nick does Friday and Saturday and we do leftovers/cereal on Wednesdays...) and then save that as a menu and repeat it over a few months.  We heart repetition at case de Engelbrecht.  Any recipe suggestions?

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna rent Z for Zachariah.  I just love Chris Pine.  Like, SERIOUSLY love him.  And doesn't that movie look awesome? Totes my kind of story.  Although that girl is WAY too pretty for my liking.  And she's everywhere lately!!

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna get rid of some of my books.  Groan.  I drank the koolaid and read the Magic of Tidying or whatever, and now I'm craving getting rid of everything.  I have quite a few hardcover books that I don't display and won't be reading again, so why am I keeping them? Ugh.  I'm also on the hunt for hardback copies of the Silo saga if any of you come across them in a thrift shop.

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna...find a pic of Ava's first day of year four, I guess...

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna learn how to sew garments.  I know, I KNOW!!! I swore I would never EVER sew clothes.  EVER.  But I can't resist.  So far, I've got this Coco pattern and this Tova tunic type dress.  Yall, PROMISE me that if I look like my mom made my prom dress, you will TELL ME!!!!

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna miss them.  I never in a million years would have thought I'd utter those words.  But I love those little assholes.

Now that they're gone, I'm gonna go google how to have my tubal reversed because I need another baby.

Linking up with Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop with prompt #6: ten things you'll do when your kids are at school.