Those silly non-profit groups, seems like eventually some fool thinks they know best and starts throwing their weight around. In a couple of years the whole thing will be in the dumps and they'll all be scratching their heads to figure out where they went wrong.
Well, that's just great, Kevin. My dad's family used to sing "for he's a jolly good fellow" for his dad; it was a fun tradition.
Doesn't sound like that franchise will last.
I have a bunch of milk to use up so am going to bake a lot of bread tomorrow to give away.
A nice place to stay makes all the difference.
It's so hard to fly from west to east - almost always a red-eye.
Joan was abrasive, and could be vicious, but I'll miss seeing her on Fashion Police. I hope they don't replace Joan on that show with her daughter Melissa - I never liked her.
That all sounds so interesting. Mr. Troutbend is a big-time blood donor. He's one of the rarer blood types - B something? They call him every six weeks or so, and if I answer the phone, I'll say: "it's the vampires again." I don't know what my blood type is, silly as it sounds.
I'm going to a workshop about elevating buildings above the flood on the 17th. In a year or so, I hope I'll be able to post a picture of my own shack (red log cabin) sitting up high.
My Aunt Irene talked about the underwear they made from the white flour sacks that had the logo of the flour mill on one panel - she said she always had a big "Adobe Milling" on her rear end.
Your daddy has been really getting a lot done. Hugs to all the kitties at your house.
Looks like Colorado to me!
Nice to see what's-her-name hasn't run off with some tour group. It's all so lovely, I can tell you what I like about each thing, but I need to go outside and do something besides sit at the computer.
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