Since I made the chalkboard for the door leading to the garage (our main entry and exit venue here) I’ve been trying to put up the day’s date and anything relevant before I go to bed so that Mike and the boys are aware even if I’m not up to inform them. (Plus, I think they read the chalkboard and when I talk, I think they often hear the Peanuts’ version of an adult “Wahwahwahwah . .. ” )
I wish I were a better artist. I also wish my kids had not used up all the white, black and gray chalk. While I’m at it, I wish for world peace and long legs.
Nothing big going on tomorrow. I started to write the date for tomorrow a few minutes ago. 10-4. Well, if you are of a certain age, you know that 10-4 means cb’s and truckers and good buddy. My kids went to bed baffled, even after googling, but I know Mike will get a kick out of it in the morning.
10-4, good buddies.