Four year olds and Fairy wings

I made the serious mistake of thinking I could start this post pre-coffee. Ha. How is it that I forget in the hour and a half between when I get my sorry arse out of bed early to oh-so-June Cleaver-esque make B's latte before he goes to work that I used the rest of the ground beans? Shit. Now I have to grind more. No big deal, but by the time I finish grinding the darned things (and why do I think of the coffee grinder scene in City Slickers EVERY single time I grind beans...) I forget if I've put the water in the reservoir or not. Shit. It's an espresso machine (be suitably impressed) so I can't just look. Then I put the used grounds down the garbage disposal. I forgot to put them aside for the compost pile. Shit. ("...turds... double turds..." "SPALDING!")

But the coffee is made. It is good. It may turn the day around.

L and I had a mini photo shoot in a park last week. I'm in love with the shots I got. Poor C. She was in school and didn't get to participate. I'll have to do another shoot of her. Then I found this wonderful brush for Photoshop online. L has fairy wings! I showed here the picture, telling her that sometimes the camera picks up things we don't see. She looked carefully and said, "Oh yes. I put them on so I could fly." It was as if she expected that they would be there.

Maybe it was the dress. We'd been in town so I could do one thing at the office. (blech. 76 miles each way to pick up some trade show graphics from the sign shop and over night them to my boss) B was working, C was in school, so L came with me. I introduced her to a male co-worker. She curtsied and said "Pleasure to meet you." I don't know where she gets this stuff. Poor Jerry. He asked her if she liked the birdies that come to our house. She looked at him as if to say, "You f-ing idiot..." and proceed to tell him all about the cardinals and goldfinches and mourning doves and chickadees - all by proper name. I'm waiting for her to whip a Latin name at me. It's only a matter of time. She sits by the window with the bird book identifying them as they visit the feeder.

The coffee's gone. Shit.