counting buses

the road i take to work
is the same road i drove
to take the kids to preschool -
for seven consecutive years.

it is also the same road
the buses take back to the bus barn.

this morning,
i started counting buses out loud,
"one, two, three, four..."
as they passed by.
just like always.

then i realized,
no one was counting with me.
because they were all at school.

i cried - but kept counting buses.
all the way to fourteen.
old habits, i suppose.

the little things

after three months of unpacking,
we can finally fit one car into the garage.

it's the little things, people.

sunday confession

today we bought new toilet seats
for the bathrooms in our new house.

and i have not been this thrilled
about a purchase
in a long time.
so. lame.
but so exciting!

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.

a learning experience

we spent the day at splash lagoon
in erie, pa.

some things i learned -

* some people pick very flattering swimsuits.
* some people do not.
* i think i might need a new swimsuit.
* tattoo(s) are forever.
* choose your tattoo(s) wisely.
* i think i might need a tattoo.

the end.

honest and to the point

Der Santa,

I hav ben good and bad.
Ples bring me presnts.

Luv,
K

sunday confession

mm got an email from our credit card company.
apparently, someone used it - alot.
and they want to make sure it is not stolen.

someone should probably call and let them know,
that someone is just getting warmed up.

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.

17 years

i've always loved the
"you'll be my breath should i grow old"
part.

and here we are -
growing old.
together.
happy anniversary, mm.