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{Pretty}

Stephen gave me this new CD for Valentine’s Day, and I’ve enjoyed the lovely music for the past couple of days.  Playing fancy Italian songs in the background gives such an air of class to the nose-and-bottom-wiping of my daily grind.

A little back story, for those of you who are still in the mood for love: Stephen and I went to hear Josh Groban in concert after we’d only been dating for about two months.  It was a really big deal because we went on a triple-date with his brothers and their wives, and it was part of a whole family weekend that involved all eleven of us packed into his brother Clint’s  house in Galveston.  It was great fun, but pretty intense for my first time to meet two-thirds of the family.  Ah, memories!

{Funny}

On a recent trip to College Station, Abby went sledding for the first time. Here in Texas, we take winter recreation however we can get it; on this day it involved a steep amphitheater hill and some scraps of cardboard boxes that some clever college students had left behind. That in itself is probably plenty of “funny” for you Northern in-the-box thinkers who think that sledding requires cold and snow.  But to me the funniest part of these pictures Abby’s expression in the second one, where she has just upped the fun quotient by pretending that she is Pig Will and I am a dragon trying to eat her up.  Oh, that face…I could laugh at it all day long.

{Happy}

Speaking of faces I can’t get enough of…  Don’t get too excited about the hat, Baylor Bears, it was either a hand-me-down or else bought on clearance at Academy.  There’s pretty much no chance in the whole world that our kids will go to a private college of any sort unless we happen to win the Texas Lotto at least three times in the next eighteen years.

Truth be told, between watching the pilot of Revolution and reading A Free People’s Suicide, I’m pretty sure that our civilization as we know it isn’t going to last another eighteen years anyway, and at that point a diploma will only be useful as paper for packing bullets down into our flintlock rifles.  So in lieu of a college fund, I’m keeping my eyes open for a nice blacksmith who can take on Jem as an apprentice when he’s old enough to learn a useful trade.

(As I think about it, I think they used scraps of cloth, not paper, for packing bullets.  Clearly we all have some learning to do before the bottom falls out of everything.  I guess it’s time to read Little House again!)

{Real}

Add a Ryan Gosling meme, and you’ve got all of Pinterest in one screen shot.

Also, this picture busts me in my “I only look at Pinterest for my middle-of-the-night feedings” lie.  Oops.