Chris and Ezra are currently asleep in the backyard in a tent. They roasted marshmallows and hot dogs and made shadow puppets with flashlights and read books. You know... just the CUTEST THINGS EVER. (And whatnot.) This is rehearsal for Friday night, when they will go for-real-sy camping with some friends of ours.
My house is empty and quiet, so I spent the time writing a new song. And missing my mommy and daddy who left earlier today. SNIFF! SNORT! BLUBBER! The weekend with them went by much too quickly.
Then Ezra got wasted on ice cream!
In other news...
I think I've given birth to Pablo Picasso Jr.
I think it's a picture of me.
Why do I think this, you ask?
Because if you look very closely, you can see that the left eye is in MID-TWITCH.
(It had been one of those days.)