The Mail We Get Around Here... OH MY!!

Ever since we first moved in, we have gotten some extremely strange mail and door advertisements. From an ad that had obviously never met spell-checker which offered to do our correspondence for us to an offer to heal any ills we may have with a prayer napkin blessed by the Apostle Paul himself. You name it, we've gotten it.

This was in the mail today. OH I CAN'T WAIT FOR IAN TO COME HOME!!!!

So... the guy knits his gal and her toy dog a sweater every year. "Cause THAT'S what guys do...

...apparently now they are also wearing earrings... and not just any earrings... PEARL earrings. And they would like to offer a pair to Ian - no strings atatched!!

Do you think they have a good deal on a pearl necklace to go with it? He could channel June Cleaver! I've always thought she was so hot and macho!

Thanks Hecksberg! I'll give this to him tonight when he sits down to darn my socks.

Hurray for the Red, White and Berv!

We love Uncle Berv and miss him so.

Berv, we need to talk. I've been living a lie. I am a horrible photographer and now the 5 people who read my blog are going to know. Thanks a lot!!

Speaking of thanks a lot, thanks for the cute clothes! This is officially Clark's favorite shirt. He runs around in it constantly and has a pair of matching socks. When they are both clean at the same time, he is pretty excited. Hank's hat was in the car still from our last hiking trip... she likes to wear hers when I wear mine so we can duel with our hat bills when I try to smooch her. She's getting lethal!

Check out what happens when I try to photograph the kids:

"Does my hat look okay?" "Hang on... I have to sneeze."

"Oh dear... she's messing with the flash... how long is this going to take?"

"Can I sit over there?" "Are we almost done?"

"I can't help but think mom... Clark, is that a bird out the window!?" "Y'know mom, trucks don't just play by themselves...."

"...that if I could just sit over there." "Word to the wise Hank, if you behave it will go faster."

"OH COME ON MOM!"

"That's even worse! You're TERRIBLE!"

"Oh sorry... must've dozed off there." "You're right Hannah... it IS a bird!!"


"I fought a monster. It was this big." "Big truck! Out the window!"

"Is anyone listening to me!?" "Truck. Please. Trucks!"

She's A Livin' Doll!

Doesn't this doll look so much like Hank would look if someone crocheted her some hair? - More views to come -- when the doll is not having sweet little needs for me to meet :)