(Or at Least Without Any Particularly Wordy and/or Long-winded Comments)
So Thursdays are my sort-of-mostly day-off-from-the-Internet. Sorry, Internet! I love you, but sometimes I really just want to stab you in the necktubes with a pencil. A few hours apart is good for both of us. All four of us, actually, if you count my Paypal account and Etsy habit.
Anyway. I am just hopping online real quick to post more photos. Because that's all I do now, it seems. Photos! Look at some photos! I am the blogging equivalent to that crazy lady on the bus with a stack of wallet-sized photos from her monthly visits to the Sears Portrait Studio with her cat. AND LOOK! IN THIS ONE I DRESSED MR. BOOFYKINS UP LIKE A MONKEY!
(See? I bet you thought I was just kidding with the Mr. Boofykins analogy. HOW WRONG YOU WERE.)
(Honestly. It's getting hard to resist the urge to stick crayons in between those toes. Or a spork. I...don't know exactly why I have those particular urges, but I totally kind of do.)
(Awesome playmat/angry despot loungepad from Peppermint Pinwheels, BTW.)
And...that about brings you up to speed. Woke up, skipped shower, dropped Noah off at summer camp, dressed baby in therapy-fodder monkeybuttpantlets, rolled around on floor, ate yogurt pops outside until totally sticky but THAT'S WHY I SKIPPED THE SHOWER IN THE FIRST PLACE. YES. I AM GETTING SO GOOD AT THIS SHIT, YOU GUYS.