Recently we had a Saturday morning free, so rather than rise at the crack o' noon and mutter about the darn kids across the street that are always gettin' into our recycling and playing with the bottles and cans to make Björk-like music at two in the a.m., we went in search of nature's gifts to fill our empty bellies. I'm talking about strawberries. We picked a few baskets worth, then got the heck out of there before the workers had a chance to realize that Jude had eaten his bodyweight's worth of free berries.
Christina got all haute couture on me after I mentioned that James McAvoy had been spotted down at the local Golden Corral. She swore she would converse with him over Snackums and Skillet Cornbread and she was so excited about the prospect that she screamed "MAAAAACAVOY" and bit this hole in the rug. Isobel snapped the pic on the right below while Mommy was gone for the next 36 hours with McAvoy on the set of his next documentary movie: "American Food Buffets: Why I love those wee houses of deliciousness."
Then we took our redneck coonhound to the top of the Pilot Mountain so she could feel at home with all the squirrels and birds and other rednecks.
Isobel, 3 and a half, is the prettiest girl in the whole wide world. Just try and deny it. You'll find yourself in a world of hurt if Stella hears.
4 comments:
Brooke, you're so hilarious! What actually happened to the rug, I wonder? (and, nice dress, Christina)
love it. especially christina all dolled up. i love the photo os isobel-- was that you, christina?
Thanks! Yep, I took the photo of Isobel, and we have Stella to thank for the rug destruction.
Love the dress--you look so good Christina!
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