Well okay, this isn’t exactly Bel Aire, and my granddaughter isn’t a rapper. She is in fact a very soft-spoken, polite to extremes, adorable six-year-old. G snapped a few bazillion photos of her, of which (hopefully) a few will be making their way to my blog in the near future. She went home this afternoon,…
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O’dark Thirty and All Is Sniffly
It really is too early to be awake, but here I am. I actually woke about 4:30 this morning, thanks to this little niggling thing called breathing. Or more accurately, the lack thereof. While this holiday was in many ways wonderful, my darling husband and daughter shared one thing with me I could have done…
Blessings and More
I hope everyone had a wonderful, magical Christmas morning. I feel a bit like the cat who got the cream – and the canary, and the fluffy toy and more! I feel almost guilty for the bounty we’ve experienced this year. We’re nowhere near rolling in money, but for the first time in my life…
Waiting for the Other House Slipper to Drop
It’s too early to be awake, at least for a day off. But I’ll be off soon to get the brakes done on the car, which necessitates faking consciousness. Ugh. This theme is temporary, though I do like it. At least I would if it wasn’t so brown. Love the layout and the general feel…
O Christmas Fireworks, O Christmas Fireworks
I didn’t really mention our recent office Christmas party, did I? Well, I did on Twitter, but that doesn’t count since I’m rarely if ever there. Verbose-to-the-extremes that I am on the rare occasions I actually have moments to post, I bristle at a 140-word restriction. The party – and it was a CHRISTMAS party…