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Slugs in spaaaace!

I forgot to post this the other day! So many distractions around here, namely Rana, Granota, and Konik. And then I had to put the camera way up high, otherwise Konik fancies himself a photographer, too. But then, you know how it goes: out of sight, out of mind. But I remembered this morning! And you’ll be glad I did.

Slug on the window was a first for me.

But doesn’t it kind of look like he’s just floating out there?

He decided that he’d gone high enough and was heading back for the windowsill.

What would have done today without slug pictures? You’d have been lost, that’s what; and you wouldn’t have even known why. Just that general malaise, plaguing you all day: “I’m in this funk and I don’t understand it. Just can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing something…” But I’ve got your back. I don’t want you to suffer like that.

What’s that? You don’t really like slugs? You think they’re kind of gross? Awww. Well, you probably wouldn’t want to dine chez moi, then, because slugs are on the menu every night.

Kids: What’s for dinner? What are you making?
Me: Cream of celery soup.
Kids: NOOO!! Ew!! Grosss!! I hate that!! Maman is making gross food tonight!! AAAAAAHHH!!!

Alternate scenario
Kids: What’s for dinner? What are you making?
Me: Slug soup.
Kids: Blech! Eww…Wait, really? What are you really making?
Me: Cream of celery soup.
Kids: Oh. Ok.

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Kids: I’m huuuungry!
Me: You can wait.
Kids: But I’m HUNgreeeee! Isn’t it snacktime?
Me: No, not yet. But I did see a nice slug by the wood pile. You could have that.
Kids: {grumble grumble} Nevermind.

Clearly you see there is a method to my madness.

In sewing news, I’m so very, very close to completing the purple floral dress that I talked about last time! All I’ve got to do is put on the sleeves and hem it! Hurray! So, I should be able to post about it very soon. And then I’ve got to get busy making wedding clothes for the little man and, should there be enough time, an appropriately “sister-of-the-groom” dress for myself.