Perfectly Disgraceful

Death to the squirrels

I used to think squirrels were cute. I used to enjoy watching them romp and root for food in urban parks. Squirrels recently discovered our backyard oasis of green in the sea of South Philly cement. All winter I enjoyed watching them scamper about the bare wisteria branches, treating it like their own jungle gym. The bit of wildlife out my kitchen window made me happy.

Until recently. I was drinking coffee and watching the squirrels, like I do most mornings, waiting for the coma to lift. As my eyes began functioning again I realized that the squirrels were not scampering, they were eating my wisteria buds. The goddamn squirrels were eating my flowers. I wait all year for the wisteria flowers. And not just all year, we had to wait about four years for the vine to start flowering in the first place. Those wisteria flowers are hard won and eagerly anticipated.

I spent the next few days like a crazy woman, running out into the backyard and waving a broom at the merest flash of fur.  I was only able to save a few of the wisteria buds, but my love of cute little squirrels is gone forever.

 

Z Formation

The Older Child and her friends are in the midst of schoolyard taunt phase. This is one of the many I've been hearing lately.

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More windowbox

Like more cowbell, I've got a fever and the only prescription is more windowbox.

 

 

Ls

 

The Younger Child is learning to write her name. Yes, these Ls are all backwards, but I like them even more that way.

Window boxes

 

Rex had a hidden talent. I knew he could install the window boxes, he is quite handy, but I did not know he had such a talent for arranging flowers. I wonder if I could hire him out...

More Easter

After services and tea sandwiches at Christ Church, we visited the magnolia garden at 5th & Locust. It was 40 degrees. The Older Child insisted on flip flops and the Younger Child wouldn't (never will) wear a coat. The Older Child had a coat, but a bird pooped on it, so off it came.

In the garden there was a woman, clearly not homeless, lying on a bench, pretending to be asleep. As we walked around admiring the magnolias, we noticed foil-wrapped chocolate eggs placed, not hidden, around the garden. As soon as we started talking about the eggs, the woman popped up and told the girls, in heavily accented English, they were permitted to take one of each color.

Easter Mayhem

 

Michelle conquers Europe, by request

I had a special request to opine on Michelle's European outfits. I cannot resist a special request.

I love the bangs, so flattering. She looks really youthful in this picture. She should always wear bangs.

See what I mean? I like that she mixes up the hair styles, something I, personally, have trouble with, but the no bangs look is a no-no on her. And the Queen? Good lord, she looks like my Granny Richardson. I wonder if she talks as much?

Misinformation

The Younger Child told us that at school she was asked whether she celebrates Christmas or Hanukkah. (We won't go into the inappropriateness of this question.) She told them she celebrates Hanukkah. We asked her why she answered that and she said, "I don't want them to know what I do."

 

Who sleeps like this?

 

Crazy people.