My patio swing has anthropomorphized. It watches me, taunts me, snarls at me, and smirks at me.
UUUUU-glee thing, right? Read more »
She took longer than I wanted her too. But like a baby in the womb–no matter how much you coax her, plead with her, and beg of her, you can’t rush the moment she’s born (barring pitocin).
And at 8:07 PM on May 2nd, she arrived…
56 pounds, 22 ounces (totally just made that up), 66 inches long (not made up), solid pine with a redwood finish.
Only a month ago, she was nothing more than this… Read more »