Priestess Raven was the winner of MomDay and I mailed this cutey to her grandma.
|flibberty jibberty! a favorite grandma-swear!|
MAY IS CRAZY. Isn't it just as jam-packed as December? What with the endless programs and field trips and gardening, oh my?! Oh, and random emergencies. My brother, who lives close and who is not only my sib, but one of my best friends, had a craptacular week. His adorable little kindergartner boy got suddenly, mysteriously ill and was shuttled back and forth between doctors and hospitals who could not figure out what was wrong. I think that their best guess final diagnosis was food poisoning. To help out, I watched my bro's little toddler for the day.
|His identity is protected in case any evil fairies |
are looking at my blog and want to fairy-nap him
and feed him acorns and pixy wings.
Since I got to dress him, I put on this t-shirt that I bought for him last year at Craft Lake City.
|Sarah Palin: CRAZY RETARDED|
For a toddler, he's pretty controversial. Speaking of politics, here is a picture of the Bleeding Heart in my garden:
|The best fertilizer for this plant|
is the moral outrage of a bleeding-hearted liberal.
My mom wants to know why her Bleeding Heart isn't doing too great. I told her it's because she's a Republican.
For everyone out there on my side of the spectrum, I understand that you have the equivalent disapproval of Michael Moore. In that case, here is a picture from my garden for you:
Because I live way up up up in the mountains, my brain doesn't have as much oxygen, but also, it is very chilly in the morning. My dog Weasley was recently groomed till he was almost naked. Because of his bare-assedness, he gets really cold in the morning and at night and shivers like a meth addict jonesing for a fix. So I put one of Headmistress Granger's sweaters on him. My children were appalled that Weasley was wearing an emasculating pink sweater, so I crocheted him a Manly Sweater. It just needs a giant W on the back.
|Weasley in his manly sweater.|
Okay, let see .... What else has been going on, besides all of this. (You're loving this blog post, aren't you?! Don't answer that.)
Oh. I know. I bought myself a mother's day present for myself. These bitchin' prints:
|Nothing cooler exists in this dimension except maybe waffles.|
To see them closer up, here is a link to Iggy Starpup's Etsy shop. You should buy copies, too! We can be matchy matchy!
I will end this random rambling ramble with these very lovely pictures of my back deck in the morning time and my current resident garden gnome:
|I told you that I lived in the mountains.|
|In my garden, kitsch is welcome.|
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
Spinsters, orphans, and shunned Jehovah Witness children, I want to buy you a plate of nachos and a pitcher of beer.