I'm not sure what your world looks like today, but mine is depressing, chilly and grey. Gross. I made the mistake of going to the seedy end of town this afternoon to check out a thrift store I'd heard good things about. Word to the wise: don't go to thrift stores in Portland if the weather sucks. The whole experience is depressing. As my friend Susan said about thrift stores, "they smell of dust, BO and failure." Oh boy. Yep. Despite finding a cool wooden toy for Abe that was only $2 and a cashmere sweater for $7, the experience left me feeling gross.
So I came home and turned on Ben Folds, loudly. It's tough for this song not to improve one's mood:
Distorting my child's face with the handy use of iphotobooth is also a nice mood-lifter.
We're escaping the grey for sunny Southern California tomorrow. I've heard it never rains there, right? We'll see how it goes flying now with a squirrelly eleven-month-old who has discovered high-pitched banshee screeching, which he practices between the 745 times he says "keeeee" (kitty) and "bye-bye" every day.
(the subject line here is Abe's contribution to this post, proof of his squirrelliness and adeptness at grabbing the keyboard).