Much has been going on administrative-wise, which basically means I've had a really boring office job lately. Luckily I have Gladys to break up the monotony. She had a dream the other night that one of the Workerbees told her she stunk. When she woke up, she thought it had really happened and was she ever upset. I consoled her and assured her it was a dream. Before she left the office, she got up close and whispered "Could you smell me, just to make sure?"
Running. I've run twice this week and plan to go 7 tomorrow. I'm finally back on the wagon.
Photo Friday. Today is the 15th anniversary of the closing of our house. We moved in the very next day...and have been working on it ever since! We've re-wired, re-plumbed, remodeled, knocked out walls, built a deck, put on new siding, fixed the roof, replaced every window, and have loved every minute. The photo is a picture of a painting of our happy house. I had a local artist paint it for Hubby as a Christmas gift a few years ago. The landscape has changed since then (it's much better), but I still love the painting.
And the house.
2 comments:
Wow, what a beautiful painting! I love the idea of getting a portrait of your home :)
Nice painting!
But enough about that. I'm worried that every time I see you over at jiif's amazingly hep site, you're smoking up a storm and I wonder if you're doing that because you've fallen in with a clique who think they are quote-unquote "cool" because they smoke.
I feel it is my duty as your pseudo-big brother to tell you: They are NOT the cool kids.
The cool kids are the ones who try to get you drunk on beer in their basements so they can take advantage of you so the next day they can brag to their friends, "Dude! I totally tapped that like bend-y acrobat/carny circus chick last night and man at one point both of her legs were like waaaaay back here and yeah I got her number but I'm not gonna call her" [ostentatiously rips up phone number on napkin].
See? That's how you know they're cool. They don't call you next day.
Listen to my words and learn.
Because I care.
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