Wrong Place. Wrong Time.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Wrong Place: Wyatt's room
Wrong Time: During a violent tantrum

Once the storm had passed, Wyatt (with his puffy, tear-stained eyes) collected all of the pieces to what was left of his car, brought them over to me and calmly said, "Mommy...fix it."

"Honey, I'm sorry but I don't think Houdini himself could put that car back together."

So long little yellow car. I'm surprised you made it as long as you did.


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My Wine Personality:
For the most part I’m a chardonnay, as I consider myself to exhibit a somewhat sunny and mellow disposition (most of the time), but because I find a tremendous amount of joy out of showering my two kids with hugs and kisses, I also possess the subtle sweetness often found in a riesling. But don’t be fooled. I love a great outdoor adventure and am willing to try anything once. This occasional display of boldness is thought to match that of a cabernet, whereas my appreciation for nature suggests that I have an earthy component to my personality—very characteristic of a merlot. (more)


“Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1771