Elmo needs a little hair of the dog!
Getting to breakfast at the almost civilized hour of 9:30 a.m. meant getting up at the very uncivilized hour of 5:15 a.m. (Of course that meant that I couldn't get to sleep until two in the morning, so I got a very, very uncivilized three hours and fifteen minutes of sleep.)
Anyway, we did meet my mother and she and The Newbie bonded over pancakes (I had a burger) and cell phones (which The Newbie calls "Oh" so that her demand that you deliver your cellphone into her destructive little hands sounds like, "Oh! Oh! Oh!").
Gran'ma! Oh! Oh! Oh! See, Gran'ma, first I'm going to call Switzerland. Then I'm going to pour my juice into the number pad. Then I'm going to throw the phone on the ground and maybe kick it!
After breakfast, we headed back to my aunt's house, were The Newbie proceeded to attempt to tame my aunt's pack of wild dogs. Among The Newbie's new words are "puppy" and "doggy" and she's also learned to call dogs to her by making kissy noises. (I didn't get a picture of this since I am deathly afraid of my aunt's dogs who growl and bark and generally threaten me while my aunt says, "They're okay. They won't hurt you," in a tone of voice that suggests that I'm a huge wimp.)
After we ate all my aunt's cookies that she took the day off of work to bake, we headed home.
There was no rest for the wicked, unfortunately. At home, I had just enough time to change clothes and head to the studio.
I had intended to work on some new carvings, but there was this:
I don't think Albus felt good today because he spent, no joke, about two hours sprawled on my workspace, basking under the lamps and being needy. (I know, I know, most people would've shooed him away, but the studio is his home, so I don't.)
Instead of working on big stuff, I carved some little stuff (for evidence of that, click HERE!) and unloaded a kiln. Then it dawned on me that I was exhausted and I asked Dave to bring me home.
That was my day, nutshelled.
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