Yes, I talk to myself, but I blame it all on the Bubble Guppies...
Have you met the Bubble Guppies?
It's a lovely little educational show that N loves to watch. This is where I start to worry about myself. As I was in my bathroom "putting my face on" N was laying in my bed watching the show. In this very riveting episode the Bubble Guppies {who as you can see are mermaids, or merpeople, whatever} were traveling to the moon and the conversation with myself went a little something like this...
Bubble Guppies: "We are on a very important mission to the moon"
Me: "How are they going to the moon? They are mermaids, they can't go to the moon."
Bubble Guppies:"We will need these flashlights for our trip"
Me: "You're gonna need more than a flashlight, you can't breathe out of water long enough to get to the moon"
Bubble Guppies: "Be careful, because there is moon shark and he steals all the flashlights!"
Me: "I'm sure the moon shark is only stealing the flashlights because he is scared of the dark."
By the time I'm done with my face and on to my hair the Bubble Guppies have made a very important discovery...
Bubble Guppies: "Oh, I see! The moon shark is scared of the dark!"
Me: "I KNEW IT!"
And trust me, there was no shortage of pride in the fact that I had figured it out early. This may mean it's time for some adult conversation, or at least a show with a more mature story line.
And because I can't post without a picture, here's one for ya. This is what N looks like when his last balloon pops. Poor little guy.
And lastly, my friend Casey is doing a giveaway from my shop. Go check it out and while you're there take a looksy at her paintings. She is an amazing artist.