I'm afraid to post these because I'm sure that the protective Dad, aka Ed, is going to disapprove of the budding romance. What can I say! She is bella, after all...
Charley attempts an aloof look:
Ah, the vixen seduced him... He makes his move.
Girls gone wild:
Arranged marriage, here we come! Seriously, wouldn't that make things easier?!
In other news, retro toys rock! I'm sure it's just the happy feeling that I get from looking at these ol' gems (and the tingly feeling Charley gets from the vintage chemicals, lead paint, etc.), but they are my, and his, favourites!
Thanks to Hannah for the farm, which has doubled our village. If I could just find the old Oscar the Grouch in the can...
C'mon in to Hooper's Store!!In marital news, Chris is in the dog house. Well, we don't have a dog house, but he's on Kismet's smelly bed, for sure!
He was lucky enough to get an early flight home tonight. Yes, you would think that a man who was spending 3 out of 4 weeks away this month would come racing home to his tired, weary wife and their beautiful sons, but NO! He came home for, literally, 3 minutes to grab soccer gear and rushed out the door. Yes. Soccer is a priority. I hope he's having SOOOO much fun. Getting a ball to the groin.
Feel free to leave comments directed at him on the blog, and I'll be sure to forward them to his Highness when he graces us with his presence.
Men.
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