I often ask the inhabitants of my humble home, "Were you born in a barn?"...then I answer the question myself and tell them that I was present at their births and I distinctly recall that it WAS NOT A BARN!! My mother-in-law says she did not have her son in a barn either so how come my house often resembles one? This appears to be one of life's great mysteries which, brings me to my story. The other day I bought Ethan some window crayons just for fun...
...this was the result...
... seriously...
...I get no respect...
...but he did send some Tumbled Trinkets love...
The Organic "Born In A Barn Girl",
Darcie
P.S. You may have noticed that my car windows are really dirty...and I have noticed that I really don't care!