It's a departure from your usual, and I like it a lot. It might be my favorite of all you've done. No, wait. It IS my favorite.
You look younger without the beard, but either way is a good look for you.
Now we can look forward to grilled cheese arriving in Colorado some day because I think all the new restaurant ideas are tested in Florida before they spread across the country.
We've got a bad mole problem over at that red cabin, and it seems worse since the flood: there are many areas where the ground caves in when we stand on it. I was hoping the flood would have wiped them out.
There is always one oddball person in a group, so if everyone seems normal, then it must be you. Good thing you spotted that guy.
Congratulations. I don't know much about the pros and cons of in-home birth, but you can probably change your mind any time if you get cold feet, right? You know the middle child syndrome? I've always wondered if it helps to have four children so there isn't a middle. Do you think if there are five, the middle of that group feels middle-y? I'll ask my cousin who has five little kids what she thinks about it.
You sure are a knitter. I love that cardigan.
I don't think I could ever officiate at a funeral, or get up and speak, for that matter, because I always pick up all the sadness in the room, and even if I don't know the corpse very well; just can't stop crying. The flu was really bad here in Colorado, and an 18 month-old baby died of it. Hope taking it easy for a day shakes it off.
Watched Jurassic Park the other night on AMC, kept looking for "Dr. Deb" to be conducting a tour in the welcome center.
I've had those moments when I surprised myself and decided I didn't need to 'share' some gratuitous piece of information about someone. And my question to myself was almost identical to yours: what purpose would it serve other than to give me a few seconds of ego boost to share some little 'news' item. Falls into that category of if you can't say something nice... and I like the grandfather clock imagery.
Oh, that poor hammer! I'm glad you found a good second career for it, and a first-rate one at that.
I can just about remember the last time I had a magical Christmas tree, the kind where I'd turn out all the room lights and admire how the tree lights peeked out between the branches and the ornaments and glittered off the tinsel.
Believe it or not, my radishes didn't bulb out. I was looking at them last summer thinking about easy they should be to grow, and one of these days I'll research it and find out where I went wrong. Once we stop for gas, Eloise calms down and becomes a different cat. I have tried pulling over very early in the trip to fool her, but that doesn't seem to work: she has to get her two or three hours of carrying on in before she decides to enjoy the journey.
I'm headed back to your area later this week - have been told the chinook winds blew away all the recent snow at our place. Is Bubba still in the snack foods business? If so, please eat a handful for me.
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