Have you ever rushed being sick thinking that if you act all normal and better, then you’ll feel all normal and better? I have. That’s what I did this weekend, because I’m super clever. I oh so wisely told myself that my virus was gone and I headed out for the day. Stupid girl. By late Sunday afternoon I had melted back into the couch and haven’t moved much since. You would think that at my age I would know better, but I don’t.
 
So since I’m a tad icky still, and a little low on energy, I bring you this post of photos of no real significance. Please enjoy.
This is The Husband’s chocolate milk. Nothing exciting here, I just happen to like that The Husband drinks these little bottles clearly made for children. They look so dainty in his hands.Â
 
See the grasshopper? He (I’ve decided it’s a he) invaded my dining room one afternoon while I was having my French lesson and he hung out there all day. Seriously, like all day. It was rather unnerving. But he seemed to really like that bottle of whiskey he’s perched on. I’ve heard of bar flies but never bar grasshoppers.Â
And here’s La Petite doing her Muhammad Ali impersonation.Â
I love babysitting. I’m awesome at it.Â
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