J bought his friend’s son a set of fins for his surfboard. They live in North Carolina and he’s been looking for something to mail the fins in for several days. He finally stumbled across a tiny box that was used to ship the yummy Fat Witch brownies that I received from Aileen several weeks ago. J’s very particular about following all the postal service rules for mailing boxes. He peels off old stickers, marks out bar codes and covers old writing. He did the same with the tiny brownie box.

Much to my amusement, this what I found on our kitchen counter this morning:

Needless to say, this made me smile 🙂 Can you tell that it used to say “FOOD”?


No More Monkeys…

The monkeys aren’t jumping on the beds at our house. When it rained all last week Wildman turned our living room into an indoor playground. I normally don’t condone sitting/standing on the coffee table but I let it slide when I saw how creative the kids were being with the couch cushions. I can’t be a stickler for the rules all the time…


Running jump:

The chaos:

Cutie Pie’s train slide:

Scooting on basket lid:

Contrary to how sunny it looks in these photos, it was raining cats and dogs outside.

Oh, Yes I Did

I worked out to this song at Zumba this morning. I learned a new slang term today! “Gwop”or “guap” means a less substantial pimp roll. I’m so hip…

Do your Reeboks have straps? Mine don’t…

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