Sunday, January 15, 2012
What a nice afternoon!
And oh yeah- correction- it's a Model A, not a Model T.
I know the difference between T and A, but not not as applies to cars.
Here's Billy puzzling over a manual.
Here's Mr. Moon AND Billy, puzzling over a manual.
They got a lot of things done. I have no idea what. But they never did get that Model A started. There's some sort of electrical thing going on. Don't ask me. I know about tuna casserole, not car engines.
Speaking of tuna casserole, I made a fine one, even if it had whole grain pasta in it. And leftover salmon. Wasn't that the name of a band? Leftover Salmon? I think so. It was a good casserole. Lily and Shayla and I ate about half of it. With Crystal hot sauce.
Which makes up for the lack of Velveeta.
Waylon and Owen obviously arranged what they would be wearing today. They probably texted each other beforehand.
Dang. They're cute. Shayla's pretty cute too.
Here's how to get Owen off the tractor: Say, Owen, Waylon is going to come with me to check for eggs.
"I coming!" he'll say. And he'll hop off that tractor real fast. He doesn't want WAYLON checking for HIS eggs. Oh hell, no.
Here's Owen riding on his mama's back.
I think they were happy or something.
Here's Owen in the garden. Look at that straight back.
Marching in the garden to the beat of collard greens.
Those boys played in the house and outside. They climbed the tractor and pretended to drive it and they played with puzzles. They rode the horse. They ate snacks. Many, many snacks.
And read the paper.
It was a good afternoon. Until someone needed a nap. Not saying who but he was wearing overalls. With a red shirt. So his mama took him home.
Have I told you that Waylon either hates me or is scared to death of me? He is. Or he does. He looks at me with deep suspicion and if I try to kiss him, he runs away. I'm working on him, though. I told him today that he is not getting any hugs from me. Or kisses! NO WAY!
He sort of smiled when I told him that.
Probably from relief.
He loves Uncle Hank though. I showed him a picture of Uncle Hank and he kissed it. I told him that I was Uncle Hank's mama.
I don't think he belebed me.
Owen wasn't really full of hugs or kisses for his Mer today either. He gave 'em all to his mama.
That's okay. She deserves them.
Well, that was my Sunday afternoon. How was yours?