My mom, sisters and I, just briefly spent some time at The Roscoe Village last week.
Fun snapping pictures there- such a peaceful, pretty place!
And while I`m thinking of it.
SEE. I DO sometimes use exclamation marks.
Btw, I sure don`t care if other people use them, they just aren`t very “me” so I annoy myself when I use too many of them on my blog. 🙂
Actually, smiley faces aren`t me either.
I guess I just don`t smile or get excited.
we didn`t actually get to tour much, we were there in the morning and a lot of these houses weren`t open yet.
These tourists were taking up the whole sidewalk.
Can someone please, oh, please tell them it`s not polite to spread so wide?
Joy longs for deliverance from the heat of this room.
Jacinta warily eyes the demonstrator, Phil.
For Phil, was his name.
How do I remember his name? He was an older man, very tall and heavy, with a long sleeved, flannel shirt on, jolly and friendly and sweating to death. His job looked so utterly miserable bending iron over a fire, in a dark hut, at the end of June… that I had to know the name of this man so I could think of him often in honor of his longsuffering…
and there it was on his name tag…
Bless you, Phil.
Check out this cute one.
Hey, there were a ton I didn`t take a picture of.
Us girls were in Happy Land. I think these mini us`s (above) were excited too.
No, she didn`t really say this.
A real shopping cart. Heavy too.
Laila knocked it over.
Her mother (me) and my sibs crawled around on the floor, flayed out our hands, and hunted for all the scattered, little, wooden groceries.
The cashier said,
“Is EVERYONE okay!?”
Yup. Just picking up what`s left of our dignity.
“Laila, hurry! If we escape now- we can still drive mom insane by lunchtime!”
(Another exclamation mark. Actually 2.)
Thanks so much for the Roscoe Village tour.
Reply: I was happy to do it.