A Time To Stop

A Time To Stop

This past weekend we were at the beach and a lady was hovering around us taking photos…not of us…we are not that interesting…but definitely of something.  Now, I didn’t know what she was doing or taking photos of, but she was obviously very interested in something.  So we asked, and she excitedly came over and said she was taking photos of a bird.  Well, I am not a birder, I love that other people love that…it just isn’t my thing…but out of curiosity we asked, what bird?

It Kind Of Works…

It Kind Of Works…

A little over a year ago I went to get some frozen fruit out of my fridge for a smoothie…and what should have been hard as rock frozen fruit were just slightly mushy.  Not a big deal.  I figured the freezer had been opened too long loading stuff in or it hadn’t gotten closed all the way or something else.  As time went on I noticed again and again, things weren’t as frozen solid as I wanted them to be. 

Something was off.

Ice cream was soft.

Ice packs were soft.

Frozen berries were soft.

Not a big deal, just not quite right.

It’d Be A Lot Cooler…

It’d Be A Lot Cooler…

The other day we were washing our dog Brittany.  Our shower is the best to wash her, so Brittany, Sarah, our son Foster…and the frog that Foster found ended up in the shower.  Of course we told him, we are here to wash Brittany, not be a temporary holding cell for amphibians.  

We went through the always ridiculous process of washing and drying a dog and all was back to normal.  

The next morning I am in the shower getting ready and there again is that frog.  I was showering way before our boys were up…so of course I got ready and forgot about the frog.