Hello again! How are you, my friends?
Thank you so much for your kind words last week! Our scheduled gluttony was great ... in theory.
I think, because I've shunned carbs for so long now, the white-chocolate-caramel-macadamia-nut cheesecake was my undoing. 'Nuff said! :)
Well, off the top of my head....
In the future, just Put.Down the cuticle scissors and go pour yourself a glass of wine.
Imagine for a moment, my hair usually resembles Kramer. With a steeple.
Unfortunately, the 'little bit' I thought I snipped off the top looked much longer laying there in the sink.
Now, I'm obsessing what to tell Mr. Sweet at next week's appointment. Do ya suppose hairdressers really know for sure?
Maybe this isn't a big deal to anyone else.
But it's a sort-of a big deal to me.
'Not sure how I got to be the (un)Official Photographer at our workplace and family get-togethers, but there, you have it.
In the past, sure. I've protested having my picture taken. But it would be nice, once in a while, to be asked.
Dear Ghost of Lyrics Past,
Truthfully, I sort of get a kick out of your unexpected visits.
While brushing my teeth a few days ago, the little choir that lives in my mind started singing:
"Or would you like to swing on a star, carry moonbeams home in a jar? ...."
*Does this sort of thing happen to anyone else?*
(... and, if these lyrics mean nothing to you, you may be too young to be reading this blog!)
Dear Blog family,
No, today's date hasn't escaped me.
I make no apologies for this crazy lump in my throat.
Oh sure, my head 'gets' that life must go on ..... but my heart still hurts when each awful anniversary comes and goes with little acknowledgement from the media.
If you don't mind my asking, Where were you when the world quit turning?
Hugs from Phoenix,