Yesterday evening I was in the backyard playing with Tilda and as I ran across the lawn I slipped and landed flat on my bum. My first thought was, "Oh no ~ I slipped on POO!" but it turned out to just be wet grass.
Sparklette #13 has inspired what is now an ongoing joke in our household, whereby all of my peeps make it a point to use the term "yoga pants" every time they are within earshot of my husband.
And because I can't ever resist the opportunity to give my husband a hard time, I'm here to take it to another level.
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I then proceed to make him drive around the block, pull over, and take a photo, because the Chicken Car - it hasn't been around in a while - and I used to love seeing it here and there around our neighborhood.
Not only has it returned, but it has been given a facelift.
Another shot from my grandpa's travel photos. That's him - third person from the left - smiling at the young boy. I think this was taken in Algeria - although Marianne suggested below it could be Pakistan or Afghanistan, and I bet she's right - sometime in the early 60s. My grandpa traveled to all three countries, and this one might have gotten misplaced in the "Algeria" box.
I had just started pursuing my passion for travel right before he died, but I think he would be proud of me today if he knew how much I've explored the world. Maybe one day, somehow, we'll be able to swap stories.
I added a little privacy bar to keep it G-rated over here, but this is a photo from a trip my grandpa took to Paris in the early 60s. The book she is holding says "Property of Man."
But what I love - what I love - about this image is the woman in the background.
"I know I'm not topless, but look at me!"
(I started to feel a little funny about posting a photo of a topless woman taken by my grandpa, worried someone might think he was up to no good, but would you look at this photo? Does this look seedy and degrading or does it just look like a friendly couple of gals parading onstage, one of whom happens to be bra-less? I mean really, I want to invite these women over for tea and cupcakes.)