It’s been a horrendously stressful couple of weeks. This is the kind of thing that’s been helping us get through it:
Well, that and the wine. Oh, and watching my parents and Terry slide down Arthur’s Seat on their butts yesterday helped too, although maybe not at the time. I mean, when Terry fell, he was clutching Rubin in one hand and our brand new, hideously expensive camera in the other. He raised both of them above his head as he coasted gently down the hillside. My mum, meanwhile, fell once, fell twice, and then couldn’t stop laughing for the rest of the day. Then, when we looked back at the photos of the day we discovered that Rubin had been Up to Stuff we hadn’t even noticed at the time:
(We didn’t write that message, we just stood next to it and claimed credit for it. Which actually reminds me of something else that’s going on in my life right now, I just can’t remember what it is…)
Do you see what he did there?
He is totally standing on my shoulders, OMG! And I had to carry him like that aaaaalllll day.
Wolves. You can always depend on them to put a smile on your face.
(Just one of the hills we’ve had to climb this month. At least this one was our choice…)
(P.S. There are more photos from our Arthur’s Seat expedition over at Shoeperwoman.)