Crazy crazy crazy.

Little man had been sleeping on the floor the entire time I was blogging one day, but as soon as I approached with a camera to show him cozily snoozing in the middle of the floor, he decided to wake up. Murphy's law.


Destructive destructiveness. Why do I get such a kick out of popping balloons?


Had a great weekend, how about you? ;)


My husband being charming. ;)

Not sure these pictures are worth posting...but I haven't taken anything else recently, so they're just going to have to do.

Oh--I have a lovely story to relate. Sunday I was *ahem* busy in the bathroom when all of a sudden my eye hurt, and my vision was impaired. I concluded that I'd lost a contact somewhere in my eye. So I spent the next five minutes in front of the mirror, pulling up the skin around my eye in order to peer under it and see if it was there. So gross! Eventually I called my charming husband to my aid, after all, when all else fails, call your knight in shining armor! After briefly looking he says, "You probably lost it in the toilet or somewhere nearby." So yeah, I took his word for it, but kept "imagining" some pain and discomfort in my eye. Not until half the day had gone when all of a sudden I "felt something" move in my eye. I raced to the bathroom eagerly, and peered under my eye. And there was the missing lens!! Sooo exciting! After a few minutes of fishing, I eventually pulled it out, and it had a permanent crease in it from being folded half the day. Now I don't need to imagine myself rushing to emergency to get my head operated on in order to remove some extraneous plastic. Now I can just relax. But my eye is still a bit sore. Maybe that is just my imagination! Or maybe a piece came off and it's still stuck there and I'll still need surgery!!!!! Ahh!!!!!