And since it was Veterans Day, I had to tell myself "you didn't have to go get blown up in the desert/jungle, so shut up."
Maybe all that led to me overeating Sushi Totoro for lunch? (oh dynamite roll, why did I give in to your advances!)
By the time I picked up the second kid from his school, I was ready to take a drive.
We drove down to the beach and I have never seen a more beautiful afternoon at that beach.
It's usually Oregon-level-windy and cold but today, perfect. The kids were cheerful too- bonus.
I've also stopped caring about whether we return to the car with the same amount of sand toys as we began.
So that helps keep the zen.
(Let them drift away to Crapola Island, what does it matter anymore?)
And I haven't done proper blog honor to our newest family member, Mr. Gerald Pickles, the dog.
He's settling in pretty well. He's still kinda young so he does the annoying chew-anything-chewable routine. My hairbrush is half what it used to be and he almost [wo]manslaughtered me by chewing through a cord and then when I plugged it in, it sparked and could have flambéd me. *grumble*
But-I love him despite the chewing and pooping and barking and jumping. (just like I love my son with all those same qualities)
Mojito is a grumpy old man, comparatively, and he tells Gerald where-to-stick-it on a daily basis.
So with that said, I had to take a pic of this moment. Co-snuggling.
Look at that lummox. Just look at his absurd proportions.
And of course, my little mexi-loaf next to him, like a throw pillow. So cute.
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