I have a husband who could be a stand-up comedian. Last night, the daughter who's headed off to college had a rough evening with many tears shed. To cheer her up, my husband combed his hair into a serial killer style and then modeled for her. It was scary and hilarious and did the trick. It made her smile.
There are three hummingbirds that hang out around my back window, furiously flapping their wings and hovering there. We have window tinting on those windows and so during the day, they serve as mirrors outside. I think those little birds like looking at themselves, which makes it so I can look at them while I'm writing.
I have a fun book I'm writing right now and the ideas are coming almost faster than I can keep up with them. No anguish and no pulling my hair out. It's the funnest kind of writing.
I have a new haircut and I like it. Thanks Courtney.
My second daughter has finally decided she likes period romances. After years of leaving "those boring shows" to my oldest daughter and me, she now wants to join us. Lately we've watched Northanger Abbey and two versions of Mansfield Park. (The Jonny Lee Miller version from 1999 is far superior to the 2007 version.)
My youngest son has the best laugh in the world. There may be some of you who would disagree, but you'd be wrong. And lucky for me, he laughs all the time.
We're having layered chicken nachos for dinner tonight. Everyone in the family likes them. That always makes me happy.