the yellow farm

I love that in my house things are considered brand new if they haven't been peed on. That roast beef with mashed potatoes has been the Sunday meal every week since I was two. That we're so technologically challenged half of us don't even know how to use the digital camera. That calling eachother "nubs" at the top of our lungs is considered a term of affection. That bursting into song in all sorts of harmonies - none of which sound musical at all - is a normal, daily activity. That saying the mantra, "Pulsipher Power!" is an accepted after-prayer ritual. That when deciding where to go out to eat its a known fact that we'll suffer heartache if we go anywhere new, or anywhere that doesn't have crayons on the table. I love that in my house, we can all just be eternally wackadoodle, together.