Monkey in the Middle

Happy Halloween! 

Beauty School Drop-out

It's never good to find scissors and clumps of hair hiding together. Never.

One of my children (I'm sure you can guess who!) decided to give herself some bangs. Nice.

Portlandia

More often than not, lately, I feel that I have been written into a scene from a Portlandia episode. Yesterday's example:

Scene: Grocery market, check-out line.

Me, casually emptying the contents of my basket.
Checker: "Can you pass your bags to me?"
Me: "I'm so sorry. I forgot them today."
Checker, eyes narrowing: "Forgot them? With this many groceries, you want me to use paper bags??"
Me: "Again, I'm so sorry. I promise to re-use the paper ones or recycle them."
Checker: "You know, you look pretty put together today for someone who claims she forgot her bags."
Me: "I'm Catholic, you know. Just thought I'd mention it so you know I'm already feeling pretty guilty about the bags."
Checker: "Are you even wearing lip gloss? But you forgot those bags, huh?"
Me: "Did I mention my Catholic guilt?"

Yep. And I even double-checked the scene for hidden cameras. Nope, this is just urban Portland for you. True story.

Good thing she didn't see me hopping into my, gasp, SUV! Can you imagine? Better safe than sorry. Next time, I'm carrying my bike helmet into the store with me-- even if I do drive!

For shame

Now that we're getting our first rain of the fall (after an incredible 82 days of sunshine), look who has decided to snuggle up on our porch. A neighbor kitty. A cat. A feline.

I'm fairly certain Greta is rolling over in her grave right now. For shame.