Potpourri — any mixture, especially of unrelated objects, subjects, etc. (Definition courtesy of Dictionary.com)
The girls’ friend, John, came over for the afternoon and evening today. He wanted to start the Star Wars trilogy (Episodes 1-3) with them, since they haven’t seen it, but Andie remained completely unimpressed by the middle of Episode I, so they turned it off, much to Rachel’s chagrin. It’s so much fun to have teenagers hanging out at my house; despite the fact that the rest of us are herded upstairs where we can’t be annoying/embarrassing. (John says he doesn’t mind me hanging out with them because I’m “cool,” but I don’t think my daughters share that sentiment.)
Highlight of John’s visit this time: The short time he spent playing our piano and singing, including regaling us with his latest composition, which, though currently untitled and without a back story, is on its way to major awesomeness. I’m always happy to have John over because he is one of the kindest, most thoughtful, open, honest and creative people that I know. He’s an old soul in a 15-year-old body.
This shot is typical, though it hasn’t been seen in our house for awhile*:
Freshly showered and ready for ice cream, Logan came downstairs tonight in his Spidey costume and struck a pose. We certainly get our money’s worth out of our Halloween costumes!
*Please excuse the blurry pictures. I am told that rather than my phone’s camera being the problem, it is the operator who has the problem. This may be true, but I still like to blame the camera.