Showing posts with label thanks be to Ken. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thanks be to Ken. Show all posts

Monday, May 3, 2010

Our weekend of magical thinking

So every December Ken and I put out the Snow Village on our dining room hutch. And I enjoyed it so much this year that we didn't take it down. Every night I've lit it up and thought how very pretty it is.

But on Saturday WHEN WE WOKE UP TO SNOW ON THE FIRST DAY OF MAY Ken went, "Maybe if we take down the Snow Village, it will stop." Yes. That's how we think about things at our house. We can control the weather and possibly the universe by taking down the rest of our Christmas decorations. So we took it down. And today it is not snowing.

You're welcome.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Going to the dogs

Really, there's no better present than a book. My husband, Ken, gave me THE MODERN DOG by Stanley Coren (he went to four different bookstores on Christmas Eve to find it--so it's a book with a story in more ways than one!) and I've been reading random bits of it. Anyway. I'm kind of in heaven. The book is full of interesting little factoids (most playful dogs include English springer spaniels and miniature poodles, least playful dogs include bloodhounds and bulldgos), as well as a lot of great anecdotes. Coren's style is friendly and unaffected, making him easy to read.