Look at that fang toof! It’s the one Thomas uses to stash things he wants to hang out with. I would dearly love to know why he does that, though I should probably just be glad that he’s such a ridiculous boy.
Piglet has a new fortress of solitude.
Piglet just can’t even.
I have no idea why he does this. Or even how he does it.
Maintenance finally replaced my million year old dishwasher, after the door broke. This is Thomas’ favorite maintenance guy, so he had to supervise.
A cold front blew in, literally. The wind caused several power outages in town, and we were one of the lucky ones. It got a little chilly in my apartment, but it wasn’t too bad. I put a hoodie on Thomas and got out some candles and my battery charger and spent the day writing.
This is why I take the knobs off the stove, when I’m done cooking. Frances tried to burn down the house, and I’d rather not have a repeat.
Truly. He really wants a tofu.
When you need to creep on the neighbors, but your couch is facing the wrong direction.
Thomas did not want to get out of bed.
I did not plant columbine. I don’t know where this one came from, because it’s in a bed on the opposite side of the patio from where the established columbine is. That columbine didn’t come up at all this year, but this one popped up in October. I love columbine, so I’m not complaining. I just hope it had enough time to get well established before it freezes completely.
It was finally cold enough to put on Thomas’ coat.