Overheard at the Havig House this week:

Emma: Gramma, can I have impossible?
Me: Sure!
You: Guess what impossibles are.
Answer: Popsicle.

A gift from our dear friend Carmen Yes, I am still speaking to her.  Barely.

PAISLEY IS HERE!!!

Garage Talk
Me: I just dropped a glop of mud.
Kevin: Yep.
Me: Why does it look and sound like a condor just dumped?
Kevin: I’m not going there…

THE FIGHT

Andra throws a blanket at Lorna.  Lorna screams… “COWABUNYAH!”

It is the guess of inhabitants of the house that she got bunions while rustling cattle.  That’s our story and we’re stickin’ to it.  Big sister Challice thinks she was doing the cowboy version of Kumbyya.  I’m thinkin’ not so much… but it was a good guess..

Kevin’s Personality in Five Words

As he’s handing me the nebulizer, the medicine, and everything necessary to keep my lungs working for me, Kevin starts singing, “Nebby face… you’ve got the…”

 

Heard every 32.9 seconds from Braelyn… “Love your guts.”

 

Hopefully pictures of the annex (once called the garage) are forthcoming.