. . . .
(As, I am sure, we are all wont to do at one time or another.)
And I was thinking about how she does her 'favorite things' shows, and she lists all of her favorite things for the week, or the month, or until the wind changes, or whatever.
. . . or I am thinking about Martha Stewart? . . .
AM I THINKING ABOUT MARTHA STEWART??!!
Well. ONE of them. . .
(I could easily google the answer to this perplexing little riddle. . . but I choose not to. Because I believe that some things should remain mysterious. It's fun.)
Anyway. Long story short: a list of favorite things. That's a great idea, and doesn't involve a great deal of effort. So here are some of my favorite things this week:
SOME OF MY FAVORITE THINGS THIS WEEK!!!!
1.) Lizards that sneak inside via houseplants.
2.) When Took asks me to fix his hair.
He looks like a little Who from Whoville, and I am unapologetic.
Candy goes HERE.
LET. IT. BEGINNNN!!!
Found this on Devin's notepad when I went to clean his room. =)
Scientists have been studying the markings all week. Best guesses indicate that it is meant to represent some sort of sports game. We are hesitant to call it "soccer", as it appears that it is being played with a bowling ball.
We are always happy when we are able to introduce a bit more culture into our lives.
6.) The Thanksgiving issue of Southern Living that is waiting for me in the den.
. . . or maybe I just look at the pretty pictures.
I appreciate this habit of his ("Waste not, want not!" and all), but it makes the house perpetually tricky. I do a minimum of 5 full-house sweeps every day. This is when I gather the majority of my information regarding his activites.
You can learn even more by paying attention to what they hide away from everyone. So far, Took's secret treasure troves mostly just contain saltines, goldfish crackers, his Captain Hook compass, and the occasional jelly bean.
The result? Two words:
Also, you can usually find great deals on plastic cups with bats and ghosts and skulls.
So STOCK. UP.
I have spent this week shuffling around in an afghan, wearing snuggy cookie monster pants.
I ate a dozen petit fors.
And I regret nothing.