Happy Mothers Day!
Oh my no. No discouraging signs on the front door at all.
I am sure that I’ll get around to suggesting judicious application of razor and scissors at some point, but he looks good to me!
I’m still a little overwhelmed at the amount of stuff he brought home. I swear that the bulk of his belongings doubled since he left home. Dunno where(!!) it’s all going to fit. That includes the 6 cu ft refrigerator!
Thank you, J. Happy Mother’s Day back atcha. It’s a beautiful day. Are you doing something fun?
Thanks, Cassie. I’m enjoying!
Yup, I did. I came to see you!
And I’m very glad that you did. And I’m also glad that you called my cell phone while I was elbow deep in cleaning the bathroom or I’d have missed you altogether. At least it blinks red lights when it has a message unlike the regular phone. That was a lovely way to spend an afternoon, m’dear.
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"Long-haired freaky people
Need not apply.”
Somehow I doubt whether that lyric from “Signs” was on your door this evening.