Boots

I love shoes.  I really love heels.  But I really, really, really love boots.   E got these for me.   I thought they were worth mentioning in contrast to last week's Bitter Woman Beer.  Beer one week, suede boots the next.  Life is never dull around here.

Let it be known, the boy is FIVE (and where did the time go?)

He's five.  I can't get over it.  And he won't let me get over it, because he makes sure he tells every single human being we come in contact with.  "I'm Finn and I'm five" (flash five fingers).   I'm clearly having trouble reconciling the independent five year old with the feisty little bundle I think of him as (still).

Goodies from Wis-can-sen

E traveled recently to a regional office in Madison, so naturally when he asked if I wanted him to bring something home, I replied "cheese curds".  He came through and tossed in a few surprises to boot.  Locally made cinnamon roasted almonds and chocolate covered cranberries, as well as a bottle of Bitter Woman beer.  The latter puzzled me a little as I am neither a beer drinker...nor bitter.   He thought it was hilariously funny.