You know you live in Alabama when you run your heater and air conditioner in the same day. Try to cool the house off at night by leaving the windows open, wake up the next morning in an icebox. My brain is confused and so is my closet.

Jackson stayed home again yesterday. There really wasn’t anything wrong with him this time, but I took advantage of the fever-free-for-24-hours rule. We dedicated the afternoon to watching 12 episodes of Pocoyo. For real.


This guy had a birthday on Monday. He’s two, which I guess makes him a teenager?? We celebrated by driving to Zaxbys in our pajamas and buying a brownie batter milkshake at the drive through. We didn’t give him any, of course. And then he barked all night. Yippy.