In my opinion, there are two weeks out of the year when it feels damn near impossible to sit down and write a blog post. One week falls right around Christmas and the second week is now, when the 4th of July is just around the corner. My attention span is that of a two year old surrounded by shiny objects and Capri Suns.
Chris is on a man trip in South Dakota (fishing and golfing and growing his beard bigger) so I made the mistake of coming back to my parents house for the week. It is so hard to work here. There's distractions everywhere I turn. It certainly didn't help any that I brought a tent back with me... Within seconds of seeing it Knox and Lola were begging to get inside. And then nana and papa jumped in as well.
A few minutes later Knox asked if I would tell him some ghost stories. I may hate scary movies but I am the queen of telling a good ghost story. I asked Knox if he could handle the really scary ones and he said yes. But I think we can all tell by his face he meant no.
I started with the classic "girl who wears a ribbon around her neck" story. You know the one, it turns out she wears the ribbon because it keeps her head from falling off. But as soon as I said "there once was a little girl who always wore a red ribbon..." Knox cut me off and said "Oh I know her! This one is about Olivia, right? She goes to my school. She always wears ribbons." Then I figured I should probably stop before he started thinking little Olivia from Montessori got her head chopped off and now wears ribbons every day just to keep it on. Seemed a little dark.
But it gave me a chuckle never the less. As you can tell from the photo above I kinda enjoy being the creepy aunt.
Now I'm going to take advantage of the rainy weather today and get caught up on everything in preparation of the weekend. I only have about four hours before my dad comes home and makes me go sit at the 5th Street Tavern with him.
America's birthday is here and I intend to celebrate big in her honor. Follow along on Instagram @thedailytay to see photos of Harlow in patriotic clothing. And speaking of Har, I'll do a recap tomorrow of his first night in his Thunder Jacket! It didn't totally cure him, but I do think it helped. I also did a few other things to help calm him as well that I will share.