Sometimes you plan your life and sometimes life plans for you.
Apparently Boy8 is destined to be a blues musician. A few weeks ago he bought himself a fedora and he wears it everywhere. See?
For Christmas he asked for, and received, a pocket watch. And also for Christmas Gerhard bought him a harmonica. Turns out Boy8 has been wanting a harmonica for quite some time.
Fedora, pocketwatch, harmonica? The boy has a destiny, people, and I’m seeing cool blue neon lights in his future. But we’re a musical family around here. A few weeks ago I dyed my hair red…
…for an 80’s Murder Mystery Costume Party. My character was April O’Neil.
Never heard of her? Neither had I. And neither had anyone else at the party. Apparently she was the reporter on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cartoon. It took half the party just to explain to everyone who I was supposed to be. “Oh, look! There’s Crocodile Dundee! And Madonna! And Jessica Rabbit! And…Dustylizard….um…who are you supposed to be?”
Kevin took pictures of everyone at the party. The first is of Darling Husband in his Teen Wolf costume.
See Darling Husband’s chest hair? Nothing like getting dressed and having your husband holler out, “Where’s my chest hair? Has anyone seen my chest hair?! I can’t go to the party without my chest hair!” After the party the itchy chest hair was flung in the back of the van only to be discovered days later by the boys. “Aaaah! What in the world is that?! …Oh, wait. It’s just Dad’s chest hair.”
Darling Husband was quietly amused that his character was Teen Wolf. Teen Wolf probably didn’t have grey hair and wear bifocals.
And here I am in my April O’Neil costume wearing some ninja weapons for good measure.
Anyway, for Christmas this year I asked for, and received, an Irish Tin Whistle. With my red hair and tin whistle and Boy8 with his fedora and harmonica, I can play some peppy Irish reels and Boy8 can play the blues and we’ll have people totally confused at our expensive sold-out concerts.
A Christmas picture for you. This rose bush sits under an overhang outside the local library. Water drips on it all day and then freezes encasing the buds in ice.