sunday afternoon, when my work week is finally done, i identify my target {bed}, lock in, aim body, and fire in for my long-awaited {well-deserved} nap. the sounds of our house stir me into sweet compose. at first blush a baby might even find the silence too still and...
true to form, monsieur march came in like a lion; surly and base, big paws swiping madly in the air. agile as a cat, i luckily avoided any pops or scrapes to the face and bod. silly little lions can’t knock me down; i’m always ready for a nice...
typically i’m not fond of february 14th. too much red {my color liked least} and too little spontaneity. hunky and i choose to celebrate everyday as valentines rather than designate one silly day. {pause for involuntary gag} but just in case, this one wacky year...
tell me m’loves. what’s in your pocket for the weekend? my dance card is full with basket after basket of laundry load. {dryer sheets have been re-stocked} over and out. image Similar posts:valentine LOVEhappy weekendSimple Thingshappy...
i wouldn’t consider myself a chatty lass. maybe tis why i tack posts throughout the house….. this way i don’t have to talk so much. Similar posts:happy weekendimpossible to be pouty in pink...scenes from a weekendmy grown up xmas...
batshit crazy = me. five of our smoke alarms decided to lose their juice last night starting at 1:38am. not to take up all my time at once, each alarm politely waited 45 minutes in turn {once i had re-ensconced myself back into bed} to SOUND their hair curling screech...
