Two is the loveliest number, it's the loveliest number since the number one... when it is Mr. Curry and I alone alllll through the night Saturday night. I cannot get my pictures downloaded ( curses you computer! curses! ) or I'd do an entertaining little photobox here. The children were happily dispersed, Mr. Curry and I had drinks ( I had a pomegranate margarita Oh Sweet Heaven in a glass, Mr. Curry his manly Jack and Coke, easy on the ice ) and then at home, I dressed...down. I took elements from my Halloween costume ( I was Ms. Hannah Montana's (otherwise known as Lola Moon ) chauffer ) and left some of them on the floor. What was left on my body was a newsboy cap, a dinner jacket over a tie, wicked shiny black pointy heels and a lot of skin. I rocked his world. Marriage=Heaven
Three is just a number, nothin but a number.... and the number of stores I went to this morning. I had a totally satisfying shopping trip to Wal-Mart ( I just started shopping there this year. It's horrible. But I like it. ) Starbucks and Target. I bought Mr. Curry Kid Rock's new CD and a big huge shiny silver bow for the top of it, which is now waiting for him when he gets home from work. I loooove Target's new line of paper- notebooks, stickies, folders. I got a fantastic peacock 3 ring binder to keep my torn out pages of inspiration from magazines in.
Incidentals
Lola paintbrushes, paper, Zebra scissors (so cute!) for her Xmas stocking, a journal (she is obsessed with writing of the moment, and carries paper everywhere ) a pink sweatshirt (5$!!!)that has an adorable owl winking on the front
Dakota expanding file for saved school work, pens, colored pencils
Ian nothing! he is the hardest boy ever to buy for. He's positively spartan. Totally minimalist. The perfect boy to want to be a Special Ops agent.
