I am busier than a one armed window washer right now, but because you are here, you deserve to know a few profound things:
Charleigh cried herself to sleep a few nights ago because the orb spider in the garden went missing. I told her it was the spider's time to go and that winter was coming and the spider wouldn't have any bugs to eat out there and next year a new spider would build a web in our garden. She wailed, "But she won't be the saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame spider."
In that same vein, she was excited to see the watermelon vine continuing to blossom (and fail to produce anything at all). I told her sadly that it would not keep growing for much longer. She replied sadly, "But I'm not ready for winter."
And then in a moment of great philosophy, she rested her head halfway up the stairs and said, "I don't want to get old. Because when you get old, you just die." Moments later, she followed her interior thoughts with "And I don't want to live alone. How can you get a boy to live with you so you don't have to be alone?"
Funny little Charleigh, serious as can be.
And just what do these pictures have to do with any of that? Nothing at all. Other than the fact that I use spray paint to alleviate my feelings of mortality.