- Best night club vending machine ever. Your move high heels.
- "Our" Jacaranda tree (actually just the one that leans into our yard from the mansion next door)
- Abbey's new environmentally-friendly, non-Dora lunchbox (because Dora is evil now that preschool friends have shunned her). Abbey told me it was "the best day of her life" after I bought this for her. That's a low bar, Abbey, low low bar.
- Christmas and birthday lists. Illegible? Check. Full of things they either don't need (purple licorice) or will not be getting (a pet)? Check. Too adorable for words? Check, especially the fact that Hannah's includes a legend.
- Australians do love to joke about the Irish. But really? They are going after them for drinking? If that's not the pot calling the kettle black I don't know what is
- My shopping buddy, fashionista Abbey.
- Hannah protecting her eyes as she accompanies me to laser hair torture.
And a couple to non-photo tidbits:
- possum was seen stalking me again the other night with his nose pressed up against the patio doors watching me while I read in bed.
- Abbey's dinner request tonight: Curry Chicken. Living Asia-adjacent is already paying off. Hannah is still on plain pasta and carrots, she is lost to me as a dinner companion.
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