Yesterday amidst a mostly pleasant maelstrom consisting of: a head clogged with all the snot in the world, the enthusiastic drumming of a bad cover band – no, forget everything you’ve heard prior to this moment, BAD cover band, like all CCR and Matchbox 20 all the time BAD – and the sweet, pink smell of raspberry shooters, I met with good friends for beer and received many splendiferous gifts. I like to put gifts on my head. How convenient, then, that two of the gifts are scarves.
But sometimes putting things on my own head is only fun for a little while.
He thought it might be fun at first.
It wasn’t. But he humoured me because he knew I wasn’t feeling well.
Also he was distracted by the camera strap which is made of string.
They grow up so fast. But that’s why I keep a catt and a husband.
The fun never ends!
