What does this say about us?

When we got in the Race Car Cart at the grocery store today, Evelyn
and Willa spent the first ten minutes of our shopping trip playing
"jump start the car" as they pretended to attach invisible jumper
cables to each other's car batteries and rev their engines. Nice.

Unimportant Things

The longer I wait to write another blog entry, the more I feel like I
have to write something big. But I figure if I go ahead and post
some nonsense, then I won't feel so much pressure and I can go ahead
and post silly, meaningless stuff and not feel bad. As if, with all
the things I leave undone each day, I need one more thing to feel bad
about not doing. How is it that I turn so many things I enjoy into
things I feel bad about not doing? Ugh.