Okay so maybe 104 projects in a year was a bit optimistic considering all the irons I have in my fire. But I intend to persevere.
Today we have Twins! Clay Pot Snowmen Twins. They are adorable. Check out the tutorial. Tell me what you think.
I think I will include them in my decorating scheme this year, perhaps on a wreath. Oh…another tute waiting to happen!
I’m jonesing for popcorn again. Sarah and I were planning an evening movie. I forgot about the prez debate tonight. So we cancelled the movie. Don’t want to miss the debate! I know my guy is gonna win, but it’s still fun to watch Mr. Romney make a complete contradictory ass of himself. No offense intended for his supporters. We all have our idiosyncrasies and I for one am perfectly tolerant of your right to be wrong!
That was intended as a joke.
Maybe I should stick with the weather. It’s lovely. Nice breeze blowing through the yard, and the rich colors of fall just peeking through summer’s green. I have to say that the time change still rankles my fur. I’ll get over it.
The boys have been whistling today. And the dogs have been barking. I have to find a behavioral adjustment tool that will work on the lot of them, boys included. You raise ‘em up, think you’ve done your best, and they still turn out to be boys. Women traditionally raise their sons, right?. I have yet to find an explanation for this phenomenon. Because no matter how many women are involved (with Zach it’s been 6!) they still end up being BOYS. I am truly baffled. This state of confusion has persisted for quite some time. It has to be testosterone, or some combination of hormones not found in women. Is there a spitting hormone? Is there a hormone involving base humor, as in flatulence as a cause for hysterical laughter? Is there some male genetic anomaly that suggests boys/men must be always be right?
I give up. Maybe it’s just the age. No that can’t be the reason for these behavioral issues. It seems to be a problem for the son and the husband.
It is what it is apparently. Guess this universal mystery will remain unsolved. It’s probably already a cold case. C’est la vie.
This is going to be Snow week for projects. The next one is another holiday snowman as well. I’m stuck in that mode. Love, love, love the holidays. I think the lights are the draw. Of course we have plenty of time.
And then there was Tuesday. As always, it’s been my pleasure.