Orcharding

Not too much to report here, other than to share a few photos. Today (Saturday) we decided was a fine day to go to the Cherokee apple "orchard." "Orchard" is being rather kind to the approximately six sad trees that were so depressed at where they were they just gave up and dropped all their apples on the ground long ago. Instead of picking them from the trees ourselves in a fun family activity, they  were instead boxed up for us from a closet of some kind. This combined the excitement of waiting with the ambiance of cigarette smoke and dead flies.

Note: 1 bushel = a lot of freaking apples (actual conversion).


I hope all you people enjoy apples because that's what you're getting for Christmas. And your birthday. For the next 12 years.

Orchard girls. 

The eight minutes we spent here was incredibly exciting. 

Other photos

Baby Conan?

Pay no attention to the baby. Instead focus on the flowers on the right side that Jess' wonderful husband bought her because he's romantic and junk.

She always looks at mom like this. Unfairsauce.

Sloane helping mom get ready for school, giving her an early look at indecisiveness and the melodrama that is "I don't have any clothes!" as she sits amongst a bed full of what appear to be clothes.