Tragically, one of my favorite jammie pants has sprouted a hole. More accurately, a hole has worn in. And since they were fine, albeit threadbare in spots, last night, and today they are ready for church (holy, get it?) I blame my nighttime coughing.
For last night's episode of coughing was spectacular in the thrashing and the tossing and the turning.
The pants couldn't hold together through that tribulation.
I thought I might patch it up, but sadly, that spot is super weak and slightly see through. It actually might be past time to retire these beloved pj's.
I know one thing I'll be asking Santa for!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
A Funyun By Any Other Name
A Funyun is onion ring shaped
And onion ring colored
But not onion ring flavored
Which is the great attraction
A Funyun by any other name
Would still not taste like onions
For which I am thankful
I dislike onions
And onion ring colored
But not onion ring flavored
Which is the great attraction
A Funyun by any other name
Would still not taste like onions
For which I am thankful
I dislike onions
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
'Tis The Season For Chaos
There is that space of time, between the tree decorating and the moment the rest of the house is decorated, that is pure chaos.....
The tree looks lovely....
The rest of the house is stacked with boxes.
I'm not proud of this mess, but I'm sure not moving very fast to get it sorted and put away!
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Ah, Bliss!
This wonderful bunch of kids just makes my heart burst with happiness!
Christmas Tree Hunt 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Crazy, But A Matched Set
Yesterday was a glorious feast of delicious food and laughing family......
Today poses the question: what should I do?
I should clean the house. I should get the Christmas tree corner cleared out for the tree that will join our family this weekend. I should work on the mountain of clothing we picked up out of the mouse poop room. I should plan what I am cooking for dinner.
I should.
But I'm thinking of throwing caution to the wind and venturing out into the shopping mess. I know, I know! I never go, I hate the whole black Friday stampede, but I didn't know until last night that the thrift stores also put on some sales for today. Like 50% off all red, pink, green, blue and purple tags.
How can I pass that kind of deal?
And it turns out, I've got a thrift crazy husband who thinks the same as I do. We're going to gulp down some more coffee, get dressed and see if the thrift store is as packed as the usual retail stores.
We're crazy, but a matched set!
Today poses the question: what should I do?
I should clean the house. I should get the Christmas tree corner cleared out for the tree that will join our family this weekend. I should work on the mountain of clothing we picked up out of the mouse poop room. I should plan what I am cooking for dinner.
I should.
But I'm thinking of throwing caution to the wind and venturing out into the shopping mess. I know, I know! I never go, I hate the whole black Friday stampede, but I didn't know until last night that the thrift stores also put on some sales for today. Like 50% off all red, pink, green, blue and purple tags.
How can I pass that kind of deal?
And it turns out, I've got a thrift crazy husband who thinks the same as I do. We're going to gulp down some more coffee, get dressed and see if the thrift store is as packed as the usual retail stores.
We're crazy, but a matched set!
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Thanksgiving!
Bring on the turkey and ham and jello
Bring the rolls dripping with butter
The mashed potatoes and the sweet potatoes
And the black olives for little fingers
Bring on the laughter and giggles and smiles
Bring the long funny stories
The jokes and the punnies
And the joy of family gathered
Bring on the prayers of Thanksgiving
Bring the counted blessings and good tidings
The wonder of the glory
And the grateful hearts full of praise
Bring the rolls dripping with butter
The mashed potatoes and the sweet potatoes
And the black olives for little fingers
Bring on the laughter and giggles and smiles
Bring the long funny stories
The jokes and the punnies
And the joy of family gathered
Bring on the prayers of Thanksgiving
Bring the counted blessings and good tidings
The wonder of the glory
And the grateful hearts full of praise
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
There's Never Just One
Weeks ago, we discovered a mouse was hanging out in our kitchen. Specifically, oddly, our dish drainer. It did not venture down the counter the other way to nibble on the crackers or bread. It stayed right around all the clean dishes.
Once that horrible discovery was made, I may have taken everything out of our cupboards and washed it all in a bleach bath and then washed it again in regular suds just to be sure it was Clean with a capital C.
We used duct tape to block up the hole the mouse was coming through (because, yes, that's how we roll) and I promptly stopped thinking of the mouse.
Last night my husband went upstairs to visit the kids in the bonus room. He sat down on the couch, glanced at the side table and realized that what covered the table top was not crumbs. It was mouse poop. Mouse poop all over the table, the sewing table, the floor, the furniture, the boxes, and one entire empty dresser that was turned into a mouse apartment complex, complete with a drug store drawer stocked with loose tums.
Now, we didn't see a single mouse. But based on the amount and the area covered, it is not just one.
Honestly, is there ever just one? I don't think so either.
My first thought was we should abandon the house. Grab what we can and leave the mice the rest. That turns out to be impractical, so we're going to do some traps and see where that leaves us.
Currently, every noise I hear, I am positive is a mouse. I miss the old days when every noise was a zombie!
Once that horrible discovery was made, I may have taken everything out of our cupboards and washed it all in a bleach bath and then washed it again in regular suds just to be sure it was Clean with a capital C.
We used duct tape to block up the hole the mouse was coming through (because, yes, that's how we roll) and I promptly stopped thinking of the mouse.
Last night my husband went upstairs to visit the kids in the bonus room. He sat down on the couch, glanced at the side table and realized that what covered the table top was not crumbs. It was mouse poop. Mouse poop all over the table, the sewing table, the floor, the furniture, the boxes, and one entire empty dresser that was turned into a mouse apartment complex, complete with a drug store drawer stocked with loose tums.
Now, we didn't see a single mouse. But based on the amount and the area covered, it is not just one.
Honestly, is there ever just one? I don't think so either.
My first thought was we should abandon the house. Grab what we can and leave the mice the rest. That turns out to be impractical, so we're going to do some traps and see where that leaves us.
Currently, every noise I hear, I am positive is a mouse. I miss the old days when every noise was a zombie!
Monday, November 19, 2012
A Faint Tickle
A faint tickle in my throat, on this day of torrential downpours, has left me worried. I do not want to be sick for Thanksgiving!
It didn't help that my boot is NOT waterproof, instead it acts like a sponge and I had to go run up to the hospital twice. Run being figurative....I drove and carefully walked across the parking lot. My foot was wet and cold and I was kind of miserable.
I thought of tying on a plastic bag to keep the water off somewhat, but here's a confession: I am vain. I do not want to look silly and the boot is silly enough. A plastic bag would push the level of silly past my breaking point.
So my vanity led to a wet foot and I'm sure it didn't help that dreadful, faint tickle. I'm off to drink some hot tea and stay out of the rain!
It didn't help that my boot is NOT waterproof, instead it acts like a sponge and I had to go run up to the hospital twice. Run being figurative....I drove and carefully walked across the parking lot. My foot was wet and cold and I was kind of miserable.
I thought of tying on a plastic bag to keep the water off somewhat, but here's a confession: I am vain. I do not want to look silly and the boot is silly enough. A plastic bag would push the level of silly past my breaking point.
So my vanity led to a wet foot and I'm sure it didn't help that dreadful, faint tickle. I'm off to drink some hot tea and stay out of the rain!
Saturday, November 17, 2012
230
The shelves that usually hold Hostess products are eerily empty, as if an Apocalypse is coming and people are stock piling the food that has the longest shelf life.
I haven't eaten Twinkies in quite awhile, but now as soon as I can't, I want one! After perusing eBay, and seeing how many bids there are on those yellow cakes of pure yumminess, I can tell I'm not the only person jonesing for just one more taste.
A lot of 40 individually wrapped Twinkies has 22 bids, bringing the price up to $230.
Yes. Not a typo, not a misplaced decimal.
Two hundred thirty dollars.
I haven't reached the point where spending that much money on a snack cake seems like a good idea.
Give me a few more weeks in a Twinkie-less land, then I might change my mind....
Friday, November 16, 2012
So I Changed My Clothes
Today I got up with determination. I had things to do, places to go, appointments to keep. I was first in line for the shower (shocking!) and enjoyed the heck out of the hot water. I headed out to physical therapy and then to another doctor's appointment (things are all looking good) and then I did what I really wanted to: estate sales!
My sister joined me and we may have sat in the car at the first sale, scoping it out and watching how other people entered the sale, pretending that we were coffee-holics and had to drink as much as we could before we started 'picking'. But we found some fun things (Star Wars Pez and vintage staplers) and it was worth the case of nerves we felt at the start of our shopping.
At our last sale, I saw three table top Christmas trees and I liked them. I knew exactly what I'd do with them. But at $2 each, I hesitated. I asked if they would take $1 each, but it was no deal. That's cool. I didn't want to spend $6 on trees, so I left them behind, paid for my step stool and went home.
And of course, I could not stop thinking about those darn trees! I thought about it, counted out my shopping money, thought about it some more, then changed my clothes, put on my red coat, and went back to the sale. I drove past slowly, doing a sale drive by, and the trees were still there. I parked, walked in, picked them up, and handed over $6.
The old lady, the same one who said no to making a deal with me, asked if I wanted to look around some more, the house had lots more things, as if I hadn't been trying to haggle with her just a little earlier.
Granted, I also changed clothes so I could stop by the office for a bit, but I knew when I picked out my outfit, I wanted to sneak through the sale without anyone recognizing me. That's totally normal right?
My sister joined me and we may have sat in the car at the first sale, scoping it out and watching how other people entered the sale, pretending that we were coffee-holics and had to drink as much as we could before we started 'picking'. But we found some fun things (Star Wars Pez and vintage staplers) and it was worth the case of nerves we felt at the start of our shopping.
At our last sale, I saw three table top Christmas trees and I liked them. I knew exactly what I'd do with them. But at $2 each, I hesitated. I asked if they would take $1 each, but it was no deal. That's cool. I didn't want to spend $6 on trees, so I left them behind, paid for my step stool and went home.
And of course, I could not stop thinking about those darn trees! I thought about it, counted out my shopping money, thought about it some more, then changed my clothes, put on my red coat, and went back to the sale. I drove past slowly, doing a sale drive by, and the trees were still there. I parked, walked in, picked them up, and handed over $6.
The old lady, the same one who said no to making a deal with me, asked if I wanted to look around some more, the house had lots more things, as if I hadn't been trying to haggle with her just a little earlier.
Granted, I also changed clothes so I could stop by the office for a bit, but I knew when I picked out my outfit, I wanted to sneak through the sale without anyone recognizing me. That's totally normal right?
Thursday, November 15, 2012
A Comfort Of Things
What brings me comfort?
Morning Coffee: I'd be lost without that hot cup of joe warming my hand
Warm Socks: when the weather cools, thick socks rule
Smelly Dogs: surprising how much I love their smelly wonderful smell
Buttered Toast: this needs no explanation, if you've eaten a piece of toast slathered with butter, you know
Good Book: one that calls to me when I'm working and hates to leave when I turn the last page
Tomorrow is a day off....and I've got some comfort plans.....
This post inspired by prompt #5 at Mama's Losin' It! and I'm linking up with TidBit Thursday at Papa is a Preacher.
Morning Coffee: I'd be lost without that hot cup of joe warming my hand
Warm Socks: when the weather cools, thick socks rule
Smelly Dogs: surprising how much I love their smelly wonderful smell
Buttered Toast: this needs no explanation, if you've eaten a piece of toast slathered with butter, you know
Good Book: one that calls to me when I'm working and hates to leave when I turn the last page
Tomorrow is a day off....and I've got some comfort plans.....
This post inspired by prompt #5 at Mama's Losin' It! and I'm linking up with TidBit Thursday at Papa is a Preacher.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
A Pause
I read my sister's blog just now and decided that the cranky complaints that I'd felt like airing will remain silent. There are things in this life that I will celebrate tonight.
Like the fact that dinner was the same old same old, us sitting down at the table, eating and talking and it was a blessing, a gift, a moment that I am thankful to have. I will give my teenagers a kiss and a hug, and will listen to them talk of school assemblies and too much homework and plans for the evening and I will breath a prayer for others who have lost these moments too precious for words.
Like the fact that dinner was the same old same old, us sitting down at the table, eating and talking and it was a blessing, a gift, a moment that I am thankful to have. I will give my teenagers a kiss and a hug, and will listen to them talk of school assemblies and too much homework and plans for the evening and I will breath a prayer for others who have lost these moments too precious for words.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Late Night Brownies
My son likes to cook dinner and bake treats, but his planning leaves a lot to be desired. He doesn't realize how long things will actually take and that's how we usually end up eating dinner at 8:30.
Tonight he announced that he would be baking brownies. Yum! We wholeheartedly agreed with this plan since we hadn't had brownies in ages and he makes the best ones. But as time ticked by, and dinner was over and cleaned up and he was upstairs doing something that was not brownie related, I said to my husband I guess we won't be having a dessert treat.
He chuckled and said our son would come down at 9:30 tonight and start baking.
It was actually only 8 when he came down. And now that they've cooled down, we've all enjoyed a late night brownie and a huge glass of milk.
Totally worth the wait!
Tonight he announced that he would be baking brownies. Yum! We wholeheartedly agreed with this plan since we hadn't had brownies in ages and he makes the best ones. But as time ticked by, and dinner was over and cleaned up and he was upstairs doing something that was not brownie related, I said to my husband I guess we won't be having a dessert treat.
He chuckled and said our son would come down at 9:30 tonight and start baking.
It was actually only 8 when he came down. And now that they've cooled down, we've all enjoyed a late night brownie and a huge glass of milk.
Totally worth the wait!
Monday, November 12, 2012
Last Night
Last night, when I could have been at home in pajamas, scaring myself with zombies, I was actually hanging out in Seattle with my husband. Like a date, but one with slight restrictions: we don't know exactly when it will be over and we have to stay in a certain general area.
See, we've raised two music loving kids. And they love going to concerts. Back in their young childhood, it was The Dixie Chicks and Kenny Rogers, tagging along with us at fairs as we tapped our toes to our favorite songs. Now days, they've broadened their taste in music and concerts are held at slightly creepy joints (at least they are as seen by Mom eyes) and always in Seattle.
So we drive them down, see them stand in line, and then we go have dinner and sometimes hear some music of our own or see a movie. It's kind of fun, except it's a late night. I don't mind a late night when I don't have to work the next day, but no such luck for this morning, when the alarm sounded and it felt like I'd only had a few hours of sleep.
It felt like that because I'd only had a few hours of sleep!
But all of the tired is worth it when we pick the kids up and they are full of stories and laughter and enjoyment.....we listen to them talk the whole drive home and it always makes us smile. Around our yawns of course!
I didn't need to see zombies last night. I did a very good impression of one today!
See, we've raised two music loving kids. And they love going to concerts. Back in their young childhood, it was The Dixie Chicks and Kenny Rogers, tagging along with us at fairs as we tapped our toes to our favorite songs. Now days, they've broadened their taste in music and concerts are held at slightly creepy joints (at least they are as seen by Mom eyes) and always in Seattle.
So we drive them down, see them stand in line, and then we go have dinner and sometimes hear some music of our own or see a movie. It's kind of fun, except it's a late night. I don't mind a late night when I don't have to work the next day, but no such luck for this morning, when the alarm sounded and it felt like I'd only had a few hours of sleep.
It felt like that because I'd only had a few hours of sleep!
But all of the tired is worth it when we pick the kids up and they are full of stories and laughter and enjoyment.....we listen to them talk the whole drive home and it always makes us smile. Around our yawns of course!
I didn't need to see zombies last night. I did a very good impression of one today!
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Saturday Morning Itchy Feet
It's a crisp, frosty Saturday morning and I've got itchy feet.
I've got the urge to roam, to explore, to get out and go adventuring.
It's a cool, fresh Saturday morning and I've got the wandering bug.
I've got to shake my boots free of the home dust, slip on my Foster Grants, and point the car towards the rising sun.
It's a perfect, lovely Saturday morning and I've got to fly.
I've cleaned the bathroom and started a load of laundry and put away dishes and now I've got some free time to burn.
It's a crisp, frosty Saturday morning and I've got itchy feet.
I'm gone!
I've got the urge to roam, to explore, to get out and go adventuring.
It's a cool, fresh Saturday morning and I've got the wandering bug.
I've got to shake my boots free of the home dust, slip on my Foster Grants, and point the car towards the rising sun.
It's a perfect, lovely Saturday morning and I've got to fly.
I've cleaned the bathroom and started a load of laundry and put away dishes and now I've got some free time to burn.
It's a crisp, frosty Saturday morning and I've got itchy feet.
I'm gone!
Friday, November 9, 2012
Well, Darn.
This week I went back to my podiatrist, fully believing I'd hear good news, and would be released from the drag that is my walking boot cast. I even packed my left shoe, so sure I'd be leaving the office with two shoes on. I imagined stopping at my car to store the unneeded boot before returning to work with good ankles once again.
That was not quite how it went.
I kind of slipped again, and even with my boot on, I felt my ankle pull in a not nice way. In my defense, that boot has zero gripping tread, so when it met a smooth surface, it skittered out from under me. The ligaments are not tightening up and my foot is still swollen. I have the measurements to prove it.
Well, darn.
Two more weeks in the boot, physical therapy twice a week, and then maybe I'll be back in matching shoes again.
I think the worst part is when I put the boot on this morning, it was a comforting welcome, usually reserved for a wonderful pair of fluffy socks or a perfect pair of comfy slippers. I don't like how much my ankle liked getting back into the boot after a night of unrestrained rest!
That was not quite how it went.
I kind of slipped again, and even with my boot on, I felt my ankle pull in a not nice way. In my defense, that boot has zero gripping tread, so when it met a smooth surface, it skittered out from under me. The ligaments are not tightening up and my foot is still swollen. I have the measurements to prove it.
Well, darn.
Two more weeks in the boot, physical therapy twice a week, and then maybe I'll be back in matching shoes again.
I think the worst part is when I put the boot on this morning, it was a comforting welcome, usually reserved for a wonderful pair of fluffy socks or a perfect pair of comfy slippers. I don't like how much my ankle liked getting back into the boot after a night of unrestrained rest!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
I Never Want To Go
I never want to go to the ocean floor, Mars, or Australia.
The first two are understandable. I don't like the great, dark, unknown that is the bottom of the ocean; I dislike dolphins and whales and am not wild about Martians; I can't stand not breathing fresh air.
But Australia is so lovely, I should want to go there. I did want to, before I had a son who discovered his love of science....and by science, I mean the study of scary, deadly, creatures. He couldn't get enough of one book in particular, and he checked it out from the library over and over and over and asked us to read it to him at bedtime.
I still shudder.
It was cut and dry, no gruesome stories, but the fact that most of these deadly creatures resided in Australia started to make the Land Down Under seem a bit to much for my taste.
I know and understand the local banana slugs, spotted owls, opossums, and geoducks. They are weird, but they aren't trying to get me. At least, I don't think they are. I actually give them a wide berth too!
This post inspired by prompt #2 at Mama's Losin' It!
The first two are understandable. I don't like the great, dark, unknown that is the bottom of the ocean; I dislike dolphins and whales and am not wild about Martians; I can't stand not breathing fresh air.
But Australia is so lovely, I should want to go there. I did want to, before I had a son who discovered his love of science....and by science, I mean the study of scary, deadly, creatures. He couldn't get enough of one book in particular, and he checked it out from the library over and over and over and asked us to read it to him at bedtime.
I still shudder.
It was cut and dry, no gruesome stories, but the fact that most of these deadly creatures resided in Australia started to make the Land Down Under seem a bit to much for my taste.
I know and understand the local banana slugs, spotted owls, opossums, and geoducks. They are weird, but they aren't trying to get me. At least, I don't think they are. I actually give them a wide berth too!
This post inspired by prompt #2 at Mama's Losin' It!
And linking up with Papa is a Preacher for TidBit Thursday.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Why You Should Do Dishes With Your Child
Tonight was just a regular night in my house. I hadn't told the kids to do the dishes, so the dishes were not done. Things were, shamefully, tense and I might have started to lose my cool.
Then my daughter came out to dry dishes as I washed. She started talking about her day and I literally felt myself cool down.
Sure, washing dishes is a chore, and I should be more on top of the kids' chore list so I don't have to do those darn dishes myself, but there was something so old time soothing about her and I standing in the kitchen, working together and talking....
Everyone should take the time to do dishes with your child. It's actually a very good thing.
Then my daughter came out to dry dishes as I washed. She started talking about her day and I literally felt myself cool down.
Sure, washing dishes is a chore, and I should be more on top of the kids' chore list so I don't have to do those darn dishes myself, but there was something so old time soothing about her and I standing in the kitchen, working together and talking....
Everyone should take the time to do dishes with your child. It's actually a very good thing.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Glorious Sayings
There is something glorious to be said for
Cleaned out laundry rooms
Bright again blinkers and headlights
Dried and put away dishes
There is something glorious to be said for
All the little things that get done
Not by me, but by the hubster
Under applauded but so very appreciated.
Cleaned out laundry rooms
Bright again blinkers and headlights
Dried and put away dishes
There is something glorious to be said for
All the little things that get done
Not by me, but by the hubster
Under applauded but so very appreciated.
Monday, November 5, 2012
My Mind Has Other Plans
It's a delightfully cozy morning, tucked in bed with three warm little dogs, before the alarm goes off, knowing I had time to fall back asleep and enjoy the last bit of rest....
But my mind had other plans.
Specifically, to go over and through and analyze every moment of the zombie show from last night. I flipped my pillow, I rolled over and disrupted peaceful dogs, I stretched and curled and tried to think of other, less freaky, things in the dark hours of the morning.
And then I heard it.
The shuffling walk of a zombie.
Right outside my bedroom door.
That's it! I'm up! And every light in the downstairs is on and I'm on my second cup of coffee and the dogs are still sleeping in bed.
Turns out it wasn't a zombie after all. Huh. I could have sworn it was!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
I Love You In The Fall
Daylight Savings Time
I love you in the fall
When we fall back
And gain an extra hour
And 6:30 in the morning
Greets me once again
With dawn's lovely glow
But I dislike you in evenings
When I leave work in the dark
And I hate you in the spring time
When I wake up less one hour
But Daylight Savings Time
I love you in the fall
This first 6:30 morning.
I love you in the fall
When we fall back
And gain an extra hour
And 6:30 in the morning
Greets me once again
With dawn's lovely glow
But I dislike you in evenings
When I leave work in the dark
And I hate you in the spring time
When I wake up less one hour
But Daylight Savings Time
I love you in the fall
This first 6:30 morning.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Watching My Stories
I'm not sure how old I was when I watched my first soap opera. 9 or 10? I didn't grow up in a soap household, but at one Grandma's house, we weren't allowed to pour our own cereal or milk, but we were allowed to watch whatever we wanted on TV.
I'd watched "Mad Max" and "Are You In the House Alone?" before I hit double digits.
There was that sad mid day event that all children used to know about: when cartoons ended and the TV was full of boring talk shows, game shows, and news. But All My Children caught my attention and I was enthralled and impressed. Five days a week? A new hour long show? Wow, those actors are amazing!
I'd sneak in a peek of Santa Barbara after school. I'd watch AMC and One Life to Live on days I was sick. But the one show that has held my attention and love far into the years of adulthood is General Hospital.
I did quit all soaps when my son was a baby, reasoning that his baby brain was processing more than I knew and Sesame Street might be better for him than love triangles and long lost never knew about psycho killer brothers.
When the kids hit school age and I had some kid free days, I'd go in waves of watching. There are months of time, even years, when I do not watch at all. Then I see a clip and I catch a story and suddenly I am into it again.
I am late on the TV news front though. I just now figured out that Jason getting killed wasn't part of an elaborate story ruse for him to take some vacation. He has really left the show.
I had no idea I was one of those kinds of watchers. Pass the tissues. I think I'm going to cry.
I'd watched "Mad Max" and "Are You In the House Alone?" before I hit double digits.
There was that sad mid day event that all children used to know about: when cartoons ended and the TV was full of boring talk shows, game shows, and news. But All My Children caught my attention and I was enthralled and impressed. Five days a week? A new hour long show? Wow, those actors are amazing!
I'd sneak in a peek of Santa Barbara after school. I'd watch AMC and One Life to Live on days I was sick. But the one show that has held my attention and love far into the years of adulthood is General Hospital.
I did quit all soaps when my son was a baby, reasoning that his baby brain was processing more than I knew and Sesame Street might be better for him than love triangles and long lost never knew about psycho killer brothers.
When the kids hit school age and I had some kid free days, I'd go in waves of watching. There are months of time, even years, when I do not watch at all. Then I see a clip and I catch a story and suddenly I am into it again.
I am late on the TV news front though. I just now figured out that Jason getting killed wasn't part of an elaborate story ruse for him to take some vacation. He has really left the show.
I had no idea I was one of those kinds of watchers. Pass the tissues. I think I'm going to cry.
Friday, November 2, 2012
My Go To Skirt
Faded denim skirt
Bought long
Length shortened
Worn in
Worn out
Worn perfect
14 years of wearing
It hides its age beautifully
I'd be wardrobe lost without it!
Bought long
Length shortened
Worn in
Worn out
Worn perfect
14 years of wearing
It hides its age beautifully
I'd be wardrobe lost without it!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Flooded
Laughter trickles down the stairs
Until the house is Flooded
With joyful noise.
This post inspired by Mindful Writing Day 2012 and prompt #3 at Mama's Losin' It!
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