#1. This weekend I was changing the costume of the fake goose on our front porch. Ryan hates it, but I got it for high school graduation from my parents and it has moved with me everyplace since: college dorms, apartments, my classroom in the South Bronx, my first house…) We agree to disagree on its awesomeness. I left the front door open a crack while doing this and bad cat Numa tried to get out. I swung around to yell at him to get back in and slammed my head into the corner of the porch banister. So, to recap, I was changing the clothes of my fake goose, turned to talk to my cat, and rammed my head into a wooden pole. Standard.
#2. (Which also connects my psycho hair in the above picture which is only minorly related to me never actually DOING my hair.) Isaac continually told us that he wanted goats, chickens, and sheep for his birthday. Not toy ones, he would clarify, REAL ones. Ryan’s coworker Chris thought this was so fantastic that he bought him two chickens for his birthday. REAL ones.