looking for something in the garage. with his mandolin


This seems to be the week of Steven. I came home the other night and when I opened the garage door, he was standing there, in his pajamas, playing the mandolin. It was somewhat unexpected.

Steven has this thing where he does these random things, that I'm sure make perfect sense to him, but are highly amusing to me.

Keep it up honey.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

dinnertime/breakfast time woes

two things: one to do with running, the other with my fastly-deteriorating fashion sense

the manitoba marathon