Buttermilk pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon… all smothered in maple syrup (the good shit, too!)
Tag: slice of life
Shake what your mamma gave you!
At the playground of Maison Cailler in Broc.
Not what I was expecting. Or, surprise! Or, me and my big mouth.
So. This morning, on our way to school, Bean and I came across Fred. A snail. A big-ass snail. We left him by the side of the road and went on our merry way, with Bean talking about how he wanted to adopt Fred and take him home on the way back from school if he was still there. I told him to talk to have a look, but to not be safe if he wasn’t there cause he might have found a nice bit of shade (or get eaten by a bird).
I called Katy to give her a heads up about the situation. I didn’t expect to be greeted with this coming home.
We have another tank on the sewing desk, with two snails and a couple of slugs living on some lettuce planters.
Oy.
How I woke up this morning
Pavel decided that the space right next to my head was a perfect if-I-fits-I-sits spot this morning. So I used him as a purring, vibrating, furry pillow.
Boy with icecream
Bad TV marathon
I’ve been feeding a serious jones today. In between watering the plants, laundry, dishes and cleaning out Darwin’s fish tank, I’m having a storage wars marathon ☺
Update: apparently, I watched 23 episodes today!
As easy as falling off a log
Proof positive that you can, in fact, forget how to ride a bike.
No grandads were hurt in the making of this picture (except maybe for a bruised ego).
What’s this world coming to…
… when polar bears sneak cheeky cigars.
Waiting for the worms
On our way into town this morning, Bean and I saw this. These aren’t twigs blown off of trees. Those are worms. The footpath was covered in them. The picture doesn’t do the situation justice. We had to be careful where we put out feet down so as to not squish them.
Quarterly Aligro run
This is what 800 francs of bulk stuff looks like.