That is what Captain Chaos has been calling himself today. Wearing a cape and everything. Bacon-Face. Huh.
There are somedays when I feel like I must have been locked in a loony bin without my knowledge. Today was one of those days.
Between Bacon-Face and MOTS, who was insistent thet there was a mistake on her globe because Rio do Janeiro on was nowhere near a marked river and that was incorrect.
I feel like I am losing my mind.
The worst part is that it is 12 degrees outside which means we are trapped in the house. No outside play.
Oh, June and July, how I miss thee, those golden days of summer heat. Not a big fan of August though. There is such a thing as too much heat.