Jesus, catherine and heathcliff

Oh my, once again, it's been a long time. Update: New dog. Yes, we've lost our minds, thank you very much. 

Continuing in this vein, in the car on the way to a bowling party yesterday, Lire told me he wanted to be "like Jesus." "You could do worse," I thought, and we discussed turning the other cheek, being kind and making things out of wood. Habtamu has no interest in this, and would rather crash his remote-control helicopter into walls for fun. Not that Lire wouldn't mind doing that, either. He's just into Jesus these days. Alex and I are being maddened by the extreme winds, much like Catherine and Heathcliff, waking up in the wee hours from scary nightmares about people we've never met. What's with that? Chauncey is the only balanced one in the house. If only we could get him to earn money...

Here is a photo of the new dog that illustrates my mental/emotional state:

Comments

[maia]

He looks just like my old dog Butch! Waaah!

[Erin]

Fun! I've missed you--post when you get a chance!

[paige]

so glad to see you here once again. happy new year!