Hubby is doing work around the yard and the girlies are jumping and screaming and riding their bikes. Spartacus is keeping an eye on everyone.
Even I am risking a kick-in-the-face allergy attack to enjoy some of the day.
The broom is out. The hammers are out. So are the shovels and grass bags... and the rake.
At the request of my husband:
Hubby loves to recreate famous art... His goal is to have the family reproduce all the Beatles' album covers... we have already done a horrible version of Abby Road. So this is our version of American Gothic. Only we live in suburbia where tract homes rein... thus, American Tract.
Thank goodness we live on a cul-de-sac because hubby decided to put the leaf bag over his head and blindly chase after the girlies.