More than hours spent rocking babies, more than numbers of diapers changed, more than dishes washed, and more than tiny tshirts folded, this house has seen one thing accumulate in numbers too high to be calculated by any method known to man: stuffed animals. Loveys off all shapes and sizes, of all names and species, have crossed my threshold and taken up residence on my floors. In my corners. Under my beds. And in my way.

Long live the “stuffies”, and may they forever stay in storage. Although I know it’s unlikely, as Kelly asks about their whereabouts daily, via a roster naming each one by uniquely by Phyllum-Class-Order-Family-Genus…you get the idea. Her Elephant is in storage, and God help the Momma who made her put him there.

Thanks for hanging tough with me during this wacky in-between phase in my writing. My Mac is unplugged and “staged” where it refuses to work via a wireless signal. Therefore, in order to work within my iPhoto files, I have to carry my quite large, dinosaur of a Mac downstairs, and plug it in a corner where there is no place to sit. A huge bamboo tree has taken up residence in my writing corner. But on the bright side, at least I can write in the shade. Plastic bamboo creates quite an ambiance, once you get used to writing on your stomach on a hard floor.

Are we done yet? Wake me up when this is over…