Blowing Bubbles

The other day, when I was getting not one, but two, of The Daddler's new prescriptions filled, I happened across a bottle of bubbles. Wow. What fun. I forgot about them until today. I'd been running around all morning, and when I got home, I noticed The D sitting on the front steps. I went out and plopped down beside him.

We sat and chatted. I remembered the bubbles. So I went into the kitchen and got them. And loved watching them float. So irridescent and ethereal. We sat and talked about things. I told him my neice and her BF were coming to spend the night tonight. She might be late. He'll want to stay up, but it could be 11 or later. She and her BF are going to take him to breakfast in the morning. Maybe I'll get my butt in gear and make breakfast here. Or not.

Figuring out sleeping arrangements is a little complicated, but really, no big deal.

Sooo, it's time to feed D. Or figure it out. I made him a milkshake this afternoon.

I ran across a sad letter to my mother today.

Gonna run...