Uncle Toby hadn’t been seen in years. Turns out he’s been in his basement taking Cheerios, smothering them in sugar, repackaging them, and shipping them to Perth. Well played Uncle Toby, well played.
I don’t mean to turn you on but I’m in temporary corporate housing right now.
January = summer in Australia = SUMMER FRUIT Juicy plums and nectarines are delightful unanticipated discoveries. Also, thank you happy Farmer Jack’s checkout lady for shrieking with glee when she saw Dave’s squirrel t-shirt and said, “I love squirrels so much, I follow them on Instagram.”
Flexible, silver-lining attitudes of small people in my life. My brother. Who gives really wonderful hugs and whispers really sweet things to me when I am a crying disaster saying goodbye and trying to be strong for my kiddos. The Indian Ocean. Um, seriously. Holy crap gorgeousness. The waitress at the Sandbar restaurant last night […]