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 :)”
What’s the deal with all of the hats? I have all of these winter sweater-y plans, with yarn ready in “yarn corner”, but I keep side-tracking into hats. Several were…
This is a lazy Christmas for us- no outdoor lights, no inflatables (thank goodness), no handmade gifts (except the sweater I made me) and we’ve been sleeping til ten every…
Aside from my Sunset Shawl, I had two sweaters on my needles that I was trying so hard to finish before the first of February, when three knitalongs will be…
I spoiled Christmas. My daughter didn’t have class that day; so when I saw it was neither stormy nor smoky from the marsh fires, I grabbed her for a few…
(the weak things, day 85) “But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the…
This was my favorite summer cottage in Maine. Like the ultimate playhouse, it has so many of the surface elements that I love packed into one camp house: cedar shingles,…
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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.