Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
It's autumn now, so we drove the kids out to a farm to sit on bales of hay and look at pumpkins, because you are legally and ethically obligated to do things like that when you have kids. But while we were picking apples in the orchard, my mind drifted to books, because, come on, what could possibly be more literary than picking apples? Am I right?