Today I took a trip to the Hobby Lobby.  The mecca of all things, crafty, decorative and wonderful.  And it.is.now.covered with all my favorite things.  Fall decorations, pumpkins, christmas everywhere!!  So I am totally annoyed about this because it makes me pine deep within my holiday loving soul.  I pine for my favorite time of year with all the decorating and eating and football, even though it is currently 157 degrees outside and my eyeballs are sweating.  I pine for scarecrows and costumes and 10,736 trips to the attic knowing all the while I don't so much as want to step foot outside during anything quasi resembling a daylight hour right now.  So because I am sitting here wishing that I just bought mums and am going to the pumpkin patch tomorrow, I am giving you peeps a peek at a fun project I did for my yard last fall.  I let husband help me a little with the jig saw so he could feel needed and important, but this big guy was basically all mine.
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Obviously it is an adorable, giant, wooden pumpkin......even if my father-in-law did make fun of me for having a giant orange rear end in my yard. I'm just saying.
    Also today I visited Sam's Club.  It is another one of my favorite places on this earth beacause buying things in bulk makes my heart beat fast, my palms sweat, and my face flush a little.  Few things bring me more happiness than buying toilet paper 90 rolls at a time or shredded cheddar in five pound bags.  It's a problem I have.  But more than the bulk grocery items, I cannot control myself when I walk through all the middle isles.  You know the ones.  Where the seasonal stuff and book stuff and clothes stuff and house stuff all live.  I get all giddy inside with every new isle because I don't know what's going to tempt me next.  Take today for instance.  I do not garden.  I have 5 potted flowers outside currently and 3 of those appear to be on life support with their brown wrinkledy leaves. (pretty sure I just made the word wrinkledy up)  I do not like to do much of anything outside except swim when it feels like the surface of the sun or maybe the lower half of the hadean realm out.  But for some unknown, insane reason - I left Sam's today with a rotating composter barrel.  Yes, you heard me correctly.  A composter.  What it wrong with me? Why do I walk in this store and shop like a complete moron?  Is it because you can buy a half gallon of carbonated beverage for 86 cents when you first walk in the door so you feel like the whole place is a bargain waiting to be guzzled?  I don't know.  I believe it has something to do with a gaseous substance they pump into the ventilation system or the inside of that metal building is like entering a whole other dimension possibly.  Kinda like the movie Tron.  Have you seen it?  Yeah, don't.  Anyways, all I'm saying is, if you need any fertile compost to add to your garden, don't come to me.  Odds are high that my composter will be right next to the kids' airplane seesaw they got for Christmas last year.  Still in the garage in the box.  It's a problem we have.

    Before I finish up on here for the evening, I just need to take a quick second to brag on my stellar mothering skills.  For the third night in a row, I let my boys stay up until all hours of the night to watch a movie on the Disney Channel.  Tonight's flick, Ratatouille.  The room was dark and my little angles were sprawled out on the couch, sleep heavy in their eyes.  I knew it wouldn't be long before they were both out and I would just move them to their beds, so I went about my business for a good long time before coming back to check on them.  This is how I found them.  How or why they are like this I do not know.  Please note that they are both sound asleep in those positions, and don't miss the fact that Turnanator is sleeping sitting straight up, leaning on the coffee table/chest.  Yeah, I know.  I'm a really good mom.  You don't have to tell me...........................
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Adorable. Even when sleeping like a bunch of weirdos.
Love ya' like not having to sleep sitting straight up for an hour with my head on a coffee table,
Cassie