Good morning everyone!
Regular followers of this blog will remember that Mandy and Darwin’s favorite pastime, after playing tug of war with one of my elastic headbands, is to snatch a handkerchief from wherever they can find one and chew it.
They are beginning to be quite gifted in this regard, and have now been caught snatching handkerchiefs from bedside tables, under pillows, bureau and sofa tops, and just about anywhere except the pocket of someone carrying one (and that’s only because they haven’t figured out how to be pickpockets yet.)
Not unexpectedly, this activity of theirs has taken a severe toll on the number of handkerchiefs available for Mark’s use. We have decided, as a general rule, that if the washed handkerchief resembles a Rorschach blot more than a square, it should be thrown out. This rule means that Mark is almost out of handkerchiefs, so we have been keeping an eye out for some but with no luck.
From Print Shop Professional 2.0
On those rare occasions when he goes out of town overnight, Mark usually stops on his way home and buys something for Kayla and I. On his last trip a few days ago, though, I knew he wouldn’t have time to stop, so I told Kayla that it was our turn to buy him something, and we set out towards the nearest city to hunt for handkerchiefs.
I lucked out and found some at Target, so bought the store out of their entire five box stock. Kayla asked if we should leave some for somebody else, and I told her no, they would have to do without for now since we had been looking so long!
Payphone
When we got home with our treasure, Mark called. He had just reached his hotel room. I let him talk to Kayla first, and she told him that we had bought him something. He apparently asked what, because she held the phone out from her head, without covering the receiver, and asked me, “Can I tell him about the handkerchiefs?” I told her she already had.
Have a great day everyone!
Nancy
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