Note To Future Self

Just a quick update from down south. For once in our lives, we’ve decided to try the stay-in-one-place-with-baby style vacation. We’ve rented a “bach” (say “batch” read “beach house”) on the coast south of Dunedin for a couple of weeks and we’re just chillin’.

If anything exciting happens, we’ll let you know … after we’ve had a bit of a nap.

Okay, we’ve got swimsuits in case it’s nice and down jackets if it’s not, running shoes in case we make any new year’s resolutions, water and snacks for the road, and…

little girl, where’s your other shoe?

oh. here it is.

in the kitchen cupboard. of course.

Time to hit the trails, pardner.

We have a few of these Arum (Aruu? Ari?) in our garden. Anyone care to help with identification?

p.s. Yes, they’re rather poisonous. We’ll collect all the berries if (when) they come up.

“Listen, Mort. I’ll have to call you back about the Henderson deal. There’s some idiot here with a camera in my face.”

Dear diligent NTFS readers,

We’ve sold out. We’ve gone corporate.

We’ve joined the Powell’s Pardner program. I don’t have clue what it’s about, but it apparently involves Powell’s sending us your credit card information, so we can, you know, get ourselves something nice. Go ahead, we deserve it.**

So now you know, every kid’s book we shamelessly flog … straight into our back pocket.

I know we have all of three readers, and you all have local bookstores to support (or hegemonical slavemasters as the case may be), but perhaps in a few dozen years we can get ourselves something interesting to pass the time.

The only thing worse than being affiliated with a corporate pig blog is

having your mom pick your nose when you’re trying to keep it real for your fans.

** p.s. not really, mom. If you follow a link from our page, then order something from Powells in the next 90 days, we get a bit of credit.

That’s not a bow of indignity.

This is a bow of indignity.

With enough to go around!

(p.s., thanks for the birthday present, EH!)