Blue-tailed skinks at Becher Haus. Cute, but creepy. Very skinny toes. Not sure I'll ever be able to step out onto the porch barefoot... ever.
One of my post-medication dreams the other night was that the haus was completely still. Absolute silence. I was walking around, looking at how clean everything was, and marveling at my ability to hear my own thoughts, when all of a sudden I realized that Eli should be around, making his usual noises, terrorizing his siblings (and where were
they?), and it popped into my mind that he was hiding somewhere, having discovered a box of matches. This morning I promptly gathered up all the stray boxes from the power-outage stashes I have all over the place.
The pink hen is the repository of all that is strikeable. Always in the cupboard, patiently waiting the call to duty. Now I just have to make sure Eli doesn't go surfing through the dishes in search of trouble. Tomorrow is Mitchell's big day. We're all going out early, running a few errands, do a little shopping, get his hair cut... all
before the endodontist bit. Gah. Send gin.
5 comments:
Of course we're assuming the gin is for you and not Mitchell LOL! What's up with the skink??? I've never seen anything like that here and we're not that far apart -- you'd think you were in the south!!!
Are those native to Indiana?!
Don't you just hate those dreams? All moms have them from time to time, and while I'm grateful for the ones that have saved me kids from danger . . . ugh. They're just so frightening on a deep level.
Great skink! Don't worry, they'll get out of your way. Wouldn't you in their shoes? lol
My friend Jess would like you to send her happy pills. I told her you probably wouldn't part with them just now, but maybe fabric and yarn would do the trick.
How was the dentist? g
I think the skink is kind of cool but then I'm looking at a photo, not actually being presented with one....
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