My daughter named him. And he was “drawn out” of the litter by my sister just for us.
All I have to say is, “Where’s my hat?” and he knows what’s about to happen.
You can’t see the grizzled hair on his chin.
He’s a good old man.
I guess I felt like I needed some. Bear with me as my ever present camera collects the evidence. I found him: frog hunting, day 239 sliding with his friends…
(Photo from Day 28 of 365) Recently finished a very challenging, controversial book that has me thinking about the way I talk to my husband. I have, not so fondly,…
My grandmommy always says that her mother did all the housework, so when she married she couldn’t boil water. Then she did the same thing to her daughter, who did…
Just kidding! I couldn’t help it. So 2022, right? Let’s talk #StashbustingTheNewYear with big blanket projects for using things up, what you’re stashbusting with, your oldest & moldiest stash, how…
69 degrees, sunshine, light breeze, no school. Please take a moment to check out one of my favorite photo sites- Mortal Muses. My resolution is nestled in the middle (num. 9)…
