Now that September is here and people are wailing and throwing themselves roughly to the floor and counting down to Christmas (NB if you say the C word to me any time before November 30th I will have to pound on you a little), it’s as good a time as any to look back at August through the equally pithy mediums of little photos and little letters.
Dear The Walking Dead, I love you a little but when I’ve watched you in bed at night and allowed the dogs to sleep up there with me because the husband is away and one of the dogs has a growly dream? That shit is NOT cool.
Dear K, eating roast chicken and watching Cinderella with you on a rainy August Sunday afternoon was swell. Let’s do that more.
Dear Devon, you are just B-E-A-Utiful. Always.
Dear scary recurring childhood dream in which I’m being chased by a terrifying old cartoon witch, why did you rear your head this week? What’s that all about? I’ve enjoyed not seeing you for 25 years, be gone please and thank you.
Dear curry that I scoffed whilst home alone, you were my absolute favourite. The joy of cramming a full garlic naan into my face without the husband sitting horrified by my side was beyond compare and I’m very grateful to you.
Dear husband, you were missed this weekend. Except for the curry time.
Dear my own little brain (mistyped that as ‘Brian’, I confirm that I am not in possession of a wee fellow called Brian), sometimes it’s ok for you to just switch off and relax. Take a load off. You don’t have to think all of the things all of the time.
And some favourites from Blogland this month:
Kerri made her first (maybe only ever) YouTube video. She’s swell, it’s swell. Go watch it.
Baker turned three. Danielle and Baker are our definite doggy best friends.
Tasha took yet more lovely photos of everything.
Michelle looked fabulous. Repeatedly.
Saskia confessed that she doesn’t like toast…but was forgiven by making this beaut.
How was your August?