Today I turn 41 years old.
That's all. Let's move right on to the snapshots, shall we?
Scaling the walls of the sand pit down the road. Better than Disneyland. (Also, at the risk of being repetitive: Would you look at that SKY? In December! I will never get over it!)
This is what my refrigerator looked like last Monday, right before A. went to the grocery store. I decided to find the silver lining to this emptiness and take all the shelves out so I could actually take them apart and scrub everything down. This is the after picture, in case you couldn't tell.
A. was so impressed by this van he saw at a gas station that he took a picture of it. He said there were some dudes living out of it. I'm sure there's a story there, but I'm also sure I don't want to know it.
And A. hiding in the corner, trying to drink some coffee before he had to engage with anyone. It was 5 a.m.
Not a single picture of the animals this week. I must remedy that this week.