A long, long time ago

in the city where the West begins, a little baby boy was born. He grew up to become Mr. Wonderful.

Happy Birthday, Ty!

He has the right instincts

For Mother's Day my Little Prince brought me gifts:

A box of chocolate truffles and two big bottles of Diet Coke and Diet Dr. Pepper.

This young man understands his mama.

Happy Mother's Day to all you fabulous mamas out there. May you always be understood and appreciated!

Drat

and Double Drat.

I've caught a summer cold. It blows.

Guilty Pleasures

aka Trash TV.

Do you watch this show? I do. Not religiously or anything, and I've never recorded it to watch later. But if it's on and I'm up in the middle of the night anyway, it's my go-to show when the only other thing to watch is Paid Programming. It's a little like rubbernecking the car accident on the side of the road. The hissy fits, the ongoing drama with her mother, the Guncles. Oh my goodness - good stuff.

My bff D watches it too. (Sorry for outing you on my blog, D.) We don't talk about it very often because, well, what if someone overheard that conversation?

I read that Tori and Dean are renewing their wedding vows. Which makes me think there might be some truth to all the gossip about there being trouble in that Hollywood paradise.

Tori and Dean kind of deserve each other, but the rumors make me sorry for little Liam and Stella.

Please don't ever ask me in public what's happening on the show. Because I'll have to lie and say that I've never seen it, Babe.

Can you tell...

...when you are in the presence of greatness?

Oh Captain! My Captain!

Our fearful trip is done!

Buttercup had a very long day yesterday - she had two long car trips and had pretty much had it by the time she got to Grammie's and Captain's house.

She crashed into Mr. Dub's arms and fell promptly asleep. For about 10 minutes. I love how she squints a little and furrows her brow when she's really asleep - like she's concentrating so hard at it.

She's so fun. And so funny. She was growling like a bear at me today, and when she realized I thought it was funny she kept doing it over and over again. Then she'd look at me very expectantly, waiting for me to laugh.

What a lovey!

Nothing says "Love Ya!" like...

...cold, hard cash.

But that's not what we're giving our friend John at his surprise fiftieth birthday party today. Instead he's getting a fancy-dancy new pillow with this coolio pillowcase I made that's imprinted with hundreds of lovely bills.

This is a super fun and very easy pattern. You can find it here.