elk spotting, among other things
^^^Clearly Liam has a future career in acting. I mean, the Jim Carrey faces he pulls are the stuff of Hollywood.
Today I was a beacon of poise and grace. Liam’s and my day started with breakfast, then a bath for him. I clothed him in a darling striped shirt and suspender jeans and then I went pee. Because Liam likes to unroll all the toilet paper, pretend to wipe his butt, and then insists on throwing all the “used” TP in the toilet, you can understand why I would shut the door for my 30 seconds of privacy. But I underestimated his imagination. During that 30 second window he climbed into the tub, turned the water on full blast, and stuck his hand under the faucet creating our very own bathroom sprinkler. The bathroom floor was flooded and more tragically Liam’s suspender pants were drenched.
Mumbling frustrations to myself I wrestled him into outfit #2, threw some raisin snacks in my pure, and set out to the magical land of Costco. There I ordered some pictures to be developed, grabbed a 37-pound bag of spinach and 38-pound bad of kale, and was promptly distracted for 30 minutes by the Blendtec demonstration. I really need one of those! I thought to myself. I’m sure that if I can make bread in a blender it would cure my dislike of cooking. I’m positive.
We then wandered over to the dairy fridge/room sipping liquid spinach and I loaded the cart with two gallons of milk (and as it turns out I had 1.5 gallons at home already and didn’t know it-cereal for every meal this week?).
Then I browsed through the book isle…fumbled through a self-checkout…and completely forgot to pick up my pictures, which was my original reason for entering the vortex that is Costco. As it turns out, browsing super blenders and teen trilogies was my subconscious motivation for shopping today. Once home I pouted for about a 20 about the photos, made myself a Graham cracker and Nutella cookie, and poured half my cup of milk on the sound bar speaker while looking through the remote (don’t tell Clint). Here I muttered an R-rated curse word. Swore vengeance on the gods of milk- damn you milk.
And now I’m writing this. I guess the morning wasn’t really bad. Now I just want less milk and more Blendtecs in my life. A wheat grinder and ice-cream maker in one?? Revolutionary.
I suppose you ought to know what Husband is up to too. He is hunting…you know, stalking animals for fun and hoping he can actually kill one. I like to consider hunting as Apocalypse training, which makes it sound less like sitting in mud for 5 hours and more like an important family survival training. And I guess that spying on the animals through a spotting scope is part of the hunting and not creepy or intrusive …as you can witness by these pictures Liam and I were slightly more interested in the flowers and rocks than the bull elk on the other side of the mountain. And pictures of us “elk spotting” seem appropriate I believe. Oh and never mind the black eye that Liam gave himself when he pulled a bar of soap off the soap ledge onto his face