This picture of Jim and Catherine melts my cold, hard heart.
The makeup artist darkened Catherine’s eyebrows.
I think she looks like a young Brooke Shields.
She thinks she looks like an old Groucho Marx.
Jim’s response to my request he do the dishes: “The only things that I do all day long are lift heavy things, wrestle bears, and bonk people on the head. Occasionally, I will swing large hammers at things to make a bell ring, but that’s more of a hobby.”
Sadie (our dog with no marketable skills and no experience with Microsoft Office) wants you to know that she is unimpressed with the antlers Jim is drawing on our bedroom wall.
Jim painted this ampersand on our wall.
I think we might get matching tattoos that say “craft life” on our stomachs. Ballin’ till we die.
When you get older the little things matter more. Like putting up a Christmas tree and midgets.
Steamboat (our yellow dog) had eye surgery a couple of weeks ago, because she went blind — we did the math and getting her a seeing dog was just too expensive (although awesome).
And last week she had a tumor removed. She has had a ruff couple of weeks (sorry!), but we found out today her tumor was benign!
An act of god (a tornado warning), prevented Catherine from getting her official cheerleader pictures taken yesterday. This picture is unofficial and hopefully sanctioned by god.
