Bumpanalia.

Happy birthday to the Van de Babies. 

Someone's been sitting in my chair.

Sticking with a theme. 

Crooks and nannies.

There's always a free corner.

Waited hours.

The fridge has been playing The Cure's "Close to Me" for weeks now.  Baking has become something of a dancefest. 

Climbing up the walls.

And leaving scuffs.

Too coooold, mama.

Earth below us, drifting, falling.