You might think being by myself most of the day would give me cause for worry, but you'd be so wrong.
How can I worry when I'm protected by this Centurion?
Nevermind that said Centurion is so engrossed in his morning Diego that he doesn't even stir, doesn't make a squeak, when I get in his face with the camera.
Nevermind that his lips are so stinkin' huge they evoke no fear.
And nevermind that he's a little sleepy in the job.
He's still fierce. I mean, he's got a sword for a belt for pete's sake.
(Anyone know who "Pete" is anyway? Are we talking St. Peter when we say "for pete's sake?" I'm just curious.)
In other, less exciting news... the other night I was writing and I usually don't once the kids are home from school, but I'd had a frustrating day and needed to make some progress on something. Well, I had just gotten into a groove when Sophia came in and asked to paint.
How could I say no?
I'm still working on my painting, but here's a little hint at what it's gonna look like.
I'm kinda into cows right now.
:) I have three or four blog posts in my head, but I'm a bit slammed right now so I'm keeping it simple today. Just had to share my personal hobbitty bodyguard with you.
Hope it's a good Thursday!
