If my id and ego don’t stop making such a ruckus and just let me sleep for once I’m shipping them off to boarding school.
I just got the warning call that a monkey will be asking to be home schooled again tonight.
Wherein one has had a tad too much gingerbread the previous evening and can’t remember what day it is when they wake up the following morning.
with monkeys this morning and now shooting stars and sky temples are spilling out of his sketchbook.
MMMMM. I used to make big frittatas on Sunday morning since they feed a lot o’ people. And sweet potato hash browns. Oh, tummy grumbling now…
Especially the kind where you are laughing REALLY HARD.