Ashley's birthday is tomorrow and I am frantic because I
can't find my cup cake pans. I only use them once a year.
The little girls love to frost cupcakes as part of her
birthday ritual. My house abounds in nooks and crannies
and there is no telling what I did with them.

Her other grandmother is recovering from hip surgery which
she is topping off with a face lift. I hope it works out
for her. She has been a widow for four years and is so
lonely. She is seventy and men her age are in short supply.

I may paint again this afternoon. I enjoyed shopping and lunch yesterday with friends. Phyllis, my realtor friend,
told me that it is almost impossible to get a loan on a
house if it is a fixer upper. What happens to those poor
neglected houses that need to be rehabilitated? I can
just envision them sitting there deteriorating and bringing
down their neighborhoods. I know that houses are inanimate
but I have always felt that they need love just like people
and animals do. This is just one more sin the banking
industry is guilty of.

The room where my computer is set up is hopeless. It
contains a cardio glide, an inversion device and a treadmill. I wish we had basements in Oklahoma. I sure
don't fancy moving all this crap to paint it.

If you haven't gotten familiar with Fabreeze and her posts,
start reading them. They are full of fascinating British
history.