My Orega-do
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Not really with a diving economy, sobering thoughts of working outside the home, tightening the belt, giving up (gasp!) cable, etc. Just reminding myself to keep a summer frame…
Yeah, I hide. A lot. But it’s with my family, not from them. It’s nice outside and the hammocks fold up around you like a taco – who wouldn’t hide…
I was tagged by Andrea on Instagram some time ago, but I thought I’d post it here because I should’ve been doing that sort of thing all along: View this…
I have been, even if my week’s practice all takes place in two evenings or one marathon session of once popular tunes. (365 Day 305) Right now the challenge is…
Not really. Just a couple, besides the obvious tying of plants. I found these clay eggs at the antique store the other day and temporarily put them in an…
These are just random shots from the summer I’ve been hanging onto. Maybe you’ll enjoy. day 197 day 175 day 190
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Must be something in the air. I'm uber grouchy lately too. I really do think I'm just ready for summer. Down to with getting off to school(s)…up with lazy mornings before heading to the pool!!
Is it wrong that I laughed at your list of annoyances? Not at you, the humor, girl! You are a funny lady.
What is it with the neighbor kids screaming outside my window and playing shootout in my driveway? They have their own driveway! Chased them off just last night. Again. Must be universal.
Don't even get me started on FB. Grrrr…always the same handful of people posting the same boring minutiae. There's the chronic complainer, the one who "Checks in" every hour, the bragger, the farmers, etc. Much prefer Twitter. Concise and to the point.
Clever and cute photos. Love your orega-fro. That made me smile. Hope your Friday and weekend is enjoyable.
Okay! So, it's not just me. You know, I think I was worse as a kid. I was like a crotchety old grandma stalking down the halls of my highschool. Guess it's just a phase- reaction to a too busy week.