Amity asked if I was doing NaNoWriMo this year. She knew me when I was more of a Writer, clearly. Instead, I thought I’d do a NaBloPoMo attempt, with the caveat that I get the 19th-26th off, because I will not have internet access, I’m quite sure.
Ingrid tasted some pumpkin. As I found out last night, she also ate some, which made for one of those “HOLY GOD, What IS THAT?” diapers. Blech. Still love ‘er.
Those faces slay me! “How COULD YOU! Don’t you LOVE me?? Why did you let me eat that?!?!” And then the diaper stink – yeowch.