Secret of the monkey pants

Oh, there's no secret, really. (And though you can only see a peek of the pants here ... they're just like the top.)

My Nick 'n Nora sock monkey PJs that I bought for $6 on clearance at Tarjay a few years ago are my favorite attire for writing, reading, thinking and whatevering. The pants might have magic powers, because I sometimes think, do and say important things while wearing them that I might not otherwise.

I wish I could wear them all day today.

Especially today.

Toast to change

Derailment Porter. Up the Creek Brewery 2010 vintage.

I visited a writer friend and his family the other evening for "babies and beer." On these visits I'm treated to a bottle of the newest brew and then get to play with their adorable twin girls.

I was met at the door by screaming toddlers who screamed louder when I looked at them. Oh no! Didn't they remember I was fun Aunt Mancy?

It didn't take long, though, before we were making silly faces and playing games and reading stories. Phew.

Big changes are ahead this week. Salut!

Playin' wit da boys

Da boys on the field/court/rink/stage. October 2010.

I like it when Julie or DJ ask me to watch the boys. The asking usually starts with something like "The boys have been asking for their favorite great aunt EVERY NIGHT. They're crying because they miss you so much. It's so sad. We feel bad for them."

They got me with "the boys ..."

I know nothing about sports, but when I go over to watch/referee/supervise, I'm treated to hockey, basketball, football, baseball, golf and whatever else they're into at the moment. Last night was no exception.

Of course, I got to announce the players running onto the field and sing the National Anthem before the football game. That's my job. So glad I hadn't forgotten the words.

We also played with anti-gravity remote-control cars that can drive on the walls and ceiling. Cool!

Following playtime, they had a soothing lavender bubble bath and Sammy fell asleep on the sofa after sending me to find stories. So Ashton and I wrote a story about a crocodile who was very hungry and wanted to eat lots of worms.

The end.