Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.
The kids gave me a head cold as a late Christmas present, so I’m posting under the influence of Dayquil and half a pot of Walnut Cinnamon coffee.
Bring on the random—whee!!!
I’m honestly in awe of that carrot—is that real?
I just realized that this can’t be Harry Potter . . . s/he has a beard, see?
Lifting my Ban on LEGO . . .
Don’t get me wrong—I have nothing against LEGO, per se.* I think those little bricks are an amazing gateway to the imagination, even without the bells, whistles, wheels, and motors.
But I have a lot against my kids’ inability to use LEGO bins for their intended purpose of keeping all those tiny pieces under control, instead of, say, housing for itinerant stuffed animals.
It doesn’t hurt when I step on stuffed animals, except maybe psychologically.
However, if they agreed to keep their LEGO in the garage . . . and build Mommy a new car . . . I might reconsider.
To be honest, I was afraid to open the box.
But after putting this bad boy together, I’m glad I didn’t have to provide my own pulse, ’cause I had to go take a nap.
But . . . I Don’t Want to Unsubscribe
I Defy You not to Squee
A snoring baby hamster. ‘Nuff said.
*Though I have a few problems with their “pink will bring girls to us” marketing strategy. I didn’t need pink to love LEGO when I was a kid, and I’m old enough to remember when people started to complain about sexism “suddenly being wrong.”