Stumbles and Grace

In our absence, we made a guitar as a family. The kids painted it, then put it together with Michael’s help. My job was lining the pictures the kids painted because I have the steadiest hand and no other skills.

A little life update.

These two are still ridiculously cute, but now equally annoying.

Michael and I are getting married NEXT MONTH. I also turn 30.

Michael had taken ten months off to care for me, because I had a very bad flare-up. I now walk with a cane, and yes Selma Blair made me cry.

I’m not back, because I worry that tumblr as a platform will die soon, but I collected a bunch of old photos I thought I’d lost and I may pop in on occasion. I may also stay.

What’s going on with you? Fill me in. Questions? Comments?

Love,

Me: ..a what?

Mally: a dead lion.

Mally: *closes her eyes and sticks out her tongue like she's dead*

Me: ...a...dead lion? OH. A DEADLINE. do you mean a deadline? When you have to complete something by a specific time?

Me: Very clever. I'm trying to eat my breakfast though.

Mally: And your leg into a butt.

Me: Wow! Leg out of my toast though please.

Mally: And your belly into a butt!

Me: Yeah, cool, we get it, you can make anything into a butt.

Mally: No, not our faces.

Me: Then explain to me how your face is already a butt?

Mally: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄