I carry my camera around with me during the day, attempting to capture all the weirdness that goes on around here. My house is like its own little pocket of weird. Strange things happen. I once got a chicken caught in the sleeve of a shirt. And no, that’s not innuendo. I mean, I really got a chicken stuck in the sleeve of my flannel shirt.
I don’t mean to imply that my life is weirder than yours. I’m sure your life is delightfully strange.
My point is that in my quest to capture the weird, I take a lot of pictures, and not all of them fit neatly into posts. I like to give them their own posts. Here are last week’s photos, round two. (Here’s the first Last Week post.)
There was watermelon.
And the cleaning of many, many dirty Squirt bottles. (Say ‘dirty Squirt’ once. Just say it.)
There was canning. Of course.
Looks like there was a party! But sadly, no. Although, I don’t recall how these came to be on the floor.
The dog. Mid-yawn.
My favorite shoes. Impractical. Horribly impractical.
And look at this hair! I swear, it started out very neat, and somehow ended the day like that. It looks like a walrus attacked my head.
My monkey toes. Enjoying the last few weeks of barefootedness, and trying to come to terms with the fact that summer is ending. Is barefootedness a word? If not, it should be.
An old McCulloch gear oil can. Oil for chainsaws. It was supposed to end up in the Etsy shop, but is too dented. It will stay here with me, on a shelf somewhere.
This is the Mr.’s to do list. I want him to remove any tarantulas from the basement before I set foot down there. And yes, that is my unfortunate handwriting.
Before you think my husband is an angel on high for letting me write him a to do list, please be aware that he usually doesn’t do any of the stuff on it. He’s just humoring me.
And yes. There was Julia’s Gratin Dauphinois. I’m totally on a first-name basis with Julia Child.
We like photos ’round these parts, so if you have any on your blog or Facebook page you would like to share, link to them in the comments!