i heard my younger son and knew that he retained his cell unit as he made lunch today: ‘there is cytoplasm all over my hand.’ ‘the nucleus blew up. it’s mixing with the cytoplasm and i can’t find the ribosome.’ ‘behold, the end of humpty dumpty!’
I started reading the blog at Sew, Mam, Sew! this fall, which got me interested in Amy Butler. After listening to a very interesting interview with her at CraftSanity, I decided to visit her website. I learned there that her fabric is sold in Valley Junction. Since it’s my birthday, I dropped in with my…
We’re watching the inauguration. From our youngest: “Wow. This is a long speech. ‘bye.”
Here is the quote of the day (actually from Friday) courtesy of my oldest: “Mom, you’re pressing after each seam aren’t you?” Hm. Role reversal.
We’re at Ledges, walking up a creekbed. Nothing new. Then I hear, “Oooh! Look guys! Red face paint mud!”