Friday, Friday ... what sweet syllables!
Without further ado, let me try and expunge any lingering effects of my last post. (LOL)
Dear Blog buddies,
To those who participated in my Blogaversary party ... thank you! I had so much fun!
If anyone has not received his/her 'grab bag' in the next 5-7 days, won't you please PM me so I can trace it. (TY!)
Dear Macie and Grace,
.. and here, just the other day I was bragging how mature the two of you've become.
Macie, I have to say, the peculiar orange tint around your mouth was disconcerting - especially since you'd just come back from the groomer.
It was all I could do not to burst out laughing when we discovered Grace nestled in the recliner, enjoying my oversize blush brush like a big old stogie.
(True, cute will get you everywhere.)
I sure don't recall our roles getting reversed!
|The 'forever house' - sealed with a handshake|
Nevertheless, I was touched (and a bit amused) when you declined our offer to come out and help you move saying, "I'd be too worried how our killer humidity would affect y'all."
I'm pretty sure Grandpa's up there bustin' his buttons that at least someone in the family took his advice about working hard and saving for a rainy day!
You cracked me up when you wrote, "It came with chickens!" It's a good thing you were raised in the country.
'Not sure Troy would have a clue!
Dear Mr. God,
Thank you for your hand in the results of DH's latest scan. It doesn't seem possible that two years have passed since we heard those awful words, "Stage III" and "inoperable."
For a while there, I really let myself believe you were getting even with me for all the awful things I'd done in the past.
This forgiveness business is pretty humbling!
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Stay well ... and stay safe, won't you?
Hugs from Phoenix,