This was on our door yesterday:
Isn't it the saddest thing ever?
Now it's on our refrigerator - for reference, I suppose, if we should ever find a little lost kitten. I think it's just cause Katy couldn't bear to throw it away. But it goes well with the rest of our decor:
Mustache postcard from Tim, halfway around the world
Brilliant illustrations by the talented Andrew (P.S. It's Tori Amos)
Thoughtful Passover card, found in the couch
And, of course, primary colored, plastic letters, of which we have approximately seven vowels and one-hundred and fifty three (okay, really like thirty) consonants. Can I get an A, anyone?
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