Wordless Wednesday

Let's call this one, "Random things you find in your dryer when you're the mother of two small boys." Uhhh...I have no idea. :-0

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(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: Lost

Ethan's discovered The Magic Tree House.

We're thinking we might hear from him again when he's, like, fifteen.

Your Story Here

I thought at first it was a dead animal. Roadkill.

Instinctively, I averted my gaze and tried not to drive over the pile of matted fur that was lying in the middle of Baltimore's Greenspring Avenue.

But then I got a better look and realized it wasn't a carcass at all. It was just...hair. Human hair. And lots of it. Cascading curls, to be exact. Now I'm no expert on wigs, but I'm pretty sure it was what's called a "fall": a hairpiece meant to be worn in addition to one's own hair rather than in place of it.



But why was it lying in the middle of a busy city thoroughfare? And did it have anything to do with that poor orphaned shoe I wrote about last month?

It's Wednesday. I'm wordless. What have you got? ;-)

Wordless Wednesday: He Wanted to be Cozy

I love this boy....