My checklist of things to do over the next week is insanely long. Graduation looms, literally, right around the corner for Meg, my sister is coming out from So Cal for the big event and I'm nowhere near ready for any of it. I still need to post many promised pics from recent excursions out here, take the dog to the groomer (because we all know I am not plucking those hairs from the inside of it's ears, nor will I cut it's nails, that's just asking for trouble!), Frontline both the cats, send out graduation announcements, schedule estimates from handymen, painters, landscapers and refuse removers (this is hard for me, hating to have strangers in the house - strangers who will probably be donning tool belts and jeans that slip down when they bend over to expose too much crack!), do eleven loads of laundry, and find some time admist all that to have a nervous breakdown.
Heck, right this very instant I should be getting ready for an early morning doctor's appointment. But not before I leave you with a little something amusing.
This is what happens when the Little Imp INSISTS (oh and how she INSISTED! LOUDLY!) on dressing herself. At least she got the capris on the right way...of note, this was the same day she combed her own hair into a glorious 'fro. No one will ever be able to convince me that this child was not intentionally "posing"...I mean heck, she even knows to stand in front of the china cabinet, which was the place I used to take pics of Meg and her bf's...
I still don't know what cracks me up more, her hair or her fashion statement.
