Raising Watsons

This is late, but I wanted to make sure and get it posted for historical purposes.

This is a bit old, but people need to see these.  All this brown and green, a smiling little man.  It’s too good not to share.  Heather went to Las Vegas for a long derby filled weekend, leaving the men on their own.  We did quite well thank you(!) and here’s the photographic evidence.

Magic is still alive and well in our town.  This cedar box in the patio wall, I believe you call it a ‘mailbox’, is able to conjure objects randomly throughout the day.  I have occasionally seen a large woman in uniform slam the outer door, this somehow activates the box and the papers appear.  Some have brightly colored pictures and a thick binding, others are plainly labeled and seem to only bring frustration or sighs from my large roommates.