or, the story of a thursday evening, in three pictures:
one: the kid sees something outside, wants us to take a picture. i bravely hand him the digicam and tell him to go ahead. he comes back with this. tell me the kid doesn’t have an eye for composition.
two: i am wandering through the kitchen and see the porch tomatoes on a napkin on the counter. (porch tomatoes are a special sort of tomato that our neighbors grow for … the reason people grow stuff. they’re smaller by far than cherry tomatoes, and, no plans to actually eat the things, but…) they are pretty, eh?
three: i am sitting at the computer and hear a loud rustling in the kitchen. i say, ‘who’s in the kitchen?’. no response. i say, more urgently, ‘who’s in there?!?’. nothing. i investigate. kitty has brought a moth the size of … a really big moth in, and it is flailing behind the food dish. i freak. chris is slow on the getting in there to defend us from the bug (his job), so i take action. i squash him bravely with my colonel sanders cup. i squash him repeatedly. he does not die. chris finally shows up to escort said moth outside.
kitty is pissed. that was the floor show and the appetizer, and we went and threw it outside. sorry, kitty.