on another note

Because sometimes you get what you need. Yesterday I got home from a long day at work and Mr. E said, "I don't feel like cooking. Let's go out to eat." So we turned right back around and went out the door to take the Junebug out to the neighborhood food festival that was happening that night, and bought many delicious things to eat, and danced to a live jazz trio, and let the baby run around, and my guys were apparently in some sort of conspiracy to be delightful all evening.

And the Junebug's latest trick is impossible to photograph, so I have attached a sketch below. Basically he grabs your lips with his hands and squeezes them into proper smooching position so he can kiss you. And then he kisses you and beams.



How much more cute could he be? None. The answer is none more cute.

It doesn't cure everything, but it sure helps.