Meet Mike. Let me tell you how he came to live at our house.
We planted a garden this weekend.
And by "we" I mean S and the girls. I was sewing. It was divine. And, I FINALLY finished Sweetheart's duvet cover. It is beautiful. But I'm getting off-track here. The garden is lovely isn't it? Let me give you some perspective lest you think this is a really large garden. We live in the 'burbs, after all. Let's see. What can I use to give you perspective?
Ah, here we go.
So this morning we were eating breakfast when the girls looked out of the window and saw birds. BIRDS! LANDING NEAR OUR GARDEN!!!!
It was obviously an emergency. And then they saw one (gasp) land on one of the tomato baskets. They nearly panicked.
So, meet Mike. I promise his name has nothing to do with the fact that both of my sisters have ex-husbands named Mike. I know this because 1. The girls named him. and 2. They don't remember either uncle. Doesn't he look scary?
Tomorrow he goes to work. Wish him luck.