Tabitha’s Willy-Wonka wonder shoes. I so wanted a pair to fit me but alas, only kid sizes.
Kyran’s already beaten me at chess.
Beach this am and was it a scorcher. The kids went on a hike this afternoon and came back with faces redder than a stop light. ( I did tell them to wear a hat and bring water—I’m not a total cruel parent for allowing them out mountain climbing in the heat of the day.)
Even my morning run was a struggle, I found myself chanting a new, unpleasant mantra: “sh*t it’s hot….sh*t it’s exhausting…” as I panted up the mountain.
Work is a struggle, although I enjoy the orderliness of it all. It’s just difficult to do it amongst the various requests of four fabulous children who, despite numerous lectures about staying off the main floor while I work, manage to have numerous reasons to come and talk to me. Peter is already sleeping, Mist and kyran are watching “Charlie Bartlett” and Tabi and Pip are tucked in their little beds dreaming. Well, not the Pip, I just heard, “MOM!”
Fancy Footen-Voggens
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Miranda
wow – those shoes are the ultimate!!!!was tabs the only lucky one? what kind of sore had such a treasure?
Sandra
Shows loook great Melissa. Worth dealing with the crazy bag at the store.
QueenMJ
Tabs and Pip were the lucky ones. And the store was a family run shoe store operated by an insane Italian family (fat, mute son in grey lab coat a cross between Egor and the Hunchback, the Mother was the lost twin of the wicked witch of the West from the Wizard of OZ)that acts like you are pathetic and beyond retarded to want to buy their shoes–hence them still having original 1970’s stock on display.