So, I see my chatty Sister has been filling up the blog with her posts:) Wait until she reads 🙂 Yeah, Lovelily, in the immortal words of The Dog known as  Don Ciccio Spumoni “Woofsever.” She told me she didn’t quite have the words at the moment and that she was thinking in between the headache. I think one of the coolest things I have found out about my Oldest Sister is that she writes and always has. It’s nice to know that there is always something new to find out about people that you have known and loved your entire life.

So my Husband, The Big Bad Wolf, and my Sons- Nervous Breakdown Boy, Baby A and Baby B, have built me a beautiful fish pond 🙂 It has a cascading waterfall and rock bird baths and of course fish. It drives the dogs absolutely crazy! The Dog Cicc, spends his time on the ledge, in hunting position with his tail out and his nose a fraction of an inch away from the water trolling The Fish who reside in the pond. Last weekend, Baby B tipped him into the water where he happily swam about until we dragged his 90 pounds out, but don’t tell The Big Bad Wolf 🙂 Now when we are in the yard, The Dog just hangs over the ledge and doesn’t move. And Bambolina, The Dogs Little Girlfriend, sits and stalks the birds that have come to do their daily wing washing. Little Girlfriend has never met a bird that she didn’t want to eat. The backyard is no long a place for them to do their business, but a natural amusement park. The Big Bad Wolf just put water plants into the pond. The Fish keep rearranging them, pushing the here and pulling them there while The Dog watches and I sing “Three Little Fishies in an Itty Bitty Pool”. I didn’t know that fish feel compelled to rearrange their living space as well as people.

So how do we bring this all together into a fashion blog post? It beats me but maybe my Sister can figure it out

Goldilocks