On St. Nicholas Day, the three oldest girls were in Long Island helping pack up boxes, and I woke up sick. Here are three pictures I took from the couch, mostly because Skylark was pretty keen on getting her own ring pop.
Note the clean laundry mountain in the background. I probably didn't feel like tackling it for a couple of days.
I live on Long Island.
ReplyDeleteWhoah, it's a small world!
ReplyDeleteMy husband grew up on Long Island; his dad and grandparents were born and raised there, too, so they've got a long history there. Their move up here is bittersweet because it involved selling the house John's grandpa had built-- the old family home-- but the cost of living is so high, that once they reached retirement it was the easiest thing for them to do.