My job is wonderful and gives us the day off for Martin Luther King Day, so since Chooch didn’t have school and Henry came home from work early, we went to the Carnegie Museum. Henry spent most of time acting like he personally dug up the dinosaur bones.
OMG my favorite part! FRUIT! #4 is a sapodilla, which my friend Kevin recently flaunted at me on Facebook because he lives in Miami and can easily acquire these elusive temptresses that supposedly taste of brown sugar and root beer and why can’t they be in my mouth right now!?
#8 is a cherimoya (though the museum has it listed as its alias, the custard apple), which is currently my favorite fruit and deserves its own blog post, but I have not had the mental braun to do anything about that lately. This happens every January.
Looks like I’ll be making Henry a pot of mushroom soup for Valentine’s Day.
There was some lady there who kept trying to insist that Chooch stick around for all the family photos she was taking of her totally out-of-control children. You know it’s bad when even Chooch is like, “Um, this is awkward.”
It was practically blizzarding by the time we left.
The rest of the weekend was spent amassing tea cups from Goodwill, working on the totally classy 1970s Porn Stars card series, barking orders at Henry, and eating sushi and watching “Sinister” with Laura. And then promptly having nightmares. (Because of the movie, not Laura.)
I’ve been neglecting this blog, I know. I’ve just been so preoccupied with designing new greeting cards and getting things together for a photo shoot idea that Chooch and I have for this weekend, and I think I might start painting monsters again for a creepy craft show I’m going to be vending at in March. Keeping busy: the best way to beat the Winter Sads.