little miss can't do wrong

I can tell that time is passing me by when I look at the date of my last blog post - it's been THREE WEEKS! Thud. Rest assured I haven't been sitting on my behind twiddling my thumbs (though the thought sounds appealing after a long day). I'm three sessions behind to blog, not including a five year old birthday party for the most FABULOUS five year old I know (yep ... a wee bit biased over here). SO - without further adieu - on to why I decided to show up tonight...

These guys are personal friends of mine - the beautiful momma and I have been friends for many, many years (*choke* like over 25! I am not getting old. I am not getting old.). We headed out in the evening, and the blasted wind was roaring at it's best. I don't enjoy the wind - and short of it's ability to dry clothes on a clothes line, I don't understand it's purpose. It blows dirt in my eyes, it wreck's my already really-really-bad hair, and get's stuck in my camera stuff.

I. don't. like. the. wind.

But as luck would have it, when we were nearly finished, it stopped. Dead. After blowing like a mother all afternoon, it suddenly became as calm as could be. Not a breeze. Not a whisper. Every hair on my by-now-horribly-wind-blown-even-badder-than-before-bad-hair stayed put. So what did I do? Drag them all out to the field again for a few more?

... but of COURSE!

Oh, and you know what? She really can't do wrong. Ever.