Takin a break to blab

Sometimes after work (especially like after a day when I had to pull designs out of places that I didn't know I had) I feel like all the creative juices were sucked outta me like a helium ballon at a ten year old's birthday party.

speaking of,

I miss birthday presents. Not like I dont get any presents anymore but do you remember the exact time when toys were replaced by underwear for christmas? It's like an age of reckoning. I miss the GI JOE guys and the rca cars and the hotwheels and all the stuff like that.

On the other hand I would bet that my beloved would argue quite passionately about the number of so called "toys" that I have amassed since we have been married and at this time I would like to point out quite clearly that there is a difference between a TOOL and a TOY. A difference, I fear, that is beyond the comprehension of the female gender of our species.

Although......
The saying goes the bigger the boy the bigger the toy and by some rights I might have proved that true as my favorite toy has a 4.6L straight six under the hood. So I guess I could go out the garage twice a year and rewrap my jeep with newspaper and put a bow on it for myself every birthday and christmas.

That would be a LOT of newspaper.

Then instead of screaming "thank you!" I would scream "thank me!", which would be kinda weird but not all that out of the ordanary.

My beloved's family thanksgiving was back in Illinois, (which, by the way, I have noticed that anywhere south or west of St Louis that the silent S at the end comes very much alive) so the Iddy bitty had quite a weekend road trip. It was very much worth the trip to see everyone again but probably the last one for a while.

welp...
I better get back to work.

heeeeeeeeeeeres's abby

My wife wants it to be made known that there was absolutely no nagging WHATSOEVER involved in the production of this blog. She states, "I'm merely passing (rather fervently, I might add) along multiple requests from faithful blog readers who demand an update."

right

So, without further delay, here's the most beautiful little girl in the world:

not that I'm biased or anything...