The wind has been blowing hard for three days straight here. Garbage cans, coolers, even the awning of the shop roof have all gone off to live in someone else's yard. When Matt and I came out of the store the other day, it was really gusting. And right in front of him was a tumbleweed flying by.
"MOM!" he said, "MooUUM!" (If you know him, you can hear that, I'm sure.) "We live in the OLD West." It was like a revelation. He went on to tell me about other places (specifically Texas and Alabama) where people live in the "OLD West." Apparently, living in a certain proximity to tumbleweed is the most important factor in determining OLD West status. He's got me looking for cowboys and saloons (how does he know that word?) everywhere we go now....
Emily has very sensitive skin, and a couple of days ago she got a rash all over her body from wearing clothes that still had sizing on them (she wore them without washing first--bad mom!) She was covered in little bumps that itched and made her crazy. One night before bed she piped up, "I should live in Missouri, because I am 'Misour'able!" She's gonna be famous, I just know it.
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