It’s always time for a haircut when I go into “bun phase” or “Detective Odafin Tutuola phase.” I didn’t make it to Fin Phase, but I was sporting a lot of buns. I hadn’t had a cut since last July. I got it cut almost two weeks ago, but I am behind on life after Miss H’s 5th birthday.
You are the absolute worst.
Here is a picture of a squirrel in the snow.
The end the end.
A few days ago, Hannah and I went out after school to show our support for our neighbors at the Islamic Society of Monmouth County. It was Friday prayers, first Friday of the month, and we met outside to let their members, and anyone else driving by, know that we support them. Hannah and I made a card the day before and delivered it to one of the organizers from the mosque.
Because they’re still delicious, even if they did take out my MacBook. Here’s the thing: Adam travels a few days a month for work now, and he hates shellfish and seafood. So, when he leaves town I take advantage and cook myself shrimp, scallops, mussels. Especially mussels, this recipe has become my go-to dinner (because a bag of mussels is like $7).
I do. I want to post about good things, about stuff we’re making here, things we’re doing, how cute my dog is. How cute my kid is, even. But to talk about this stuff and pretend that the country isn’t in a dark place right now is disingenuous, it’s pretending that everything is fine, everything is normal.
And Hannah and I marched, in Asbury Park. With one of my lovely quilt friends, Natalie, and her family. Originally Adam was considering coming, too, but then Hannah decided she wanted to stay home. I was going to be on my own. But then as I was getting ready to leave, she changed her mind and wanted to come protest. Adam was still in his PJs, with a healthy to do list for an afternoon planned watching the small human, so the girls went solo.