Sunday, March 27, 2016
Recently, I purchased a new comforter online because I liked both the pattern and the price. It arrived, I washed it and put it on the bed. Molly refuses to get on the bed as long as this comforter is on it. The only reason that I can deduce is the fabric from which it is manufactured.
Princess Molly objects to polyester.
Monday, January 4, 2016
I woke up to 5 destroyed magazines, several destroyed pieces of mail, shredded underwear, shredded pajamas, shredded workpants and a very tired puppy.
Know what wasn't touched? The one magazine that I told her wasn't hers.
We will be fine.
Monday, November 9, 2015
Saturday, November 7, 2015
I have no problem with this.
A lot of people evidently do. This is some sort of subversive, anti-Christian plot to take Christmas away from us.
It's just a cup, folks. It's red. Take your magic marker and put whatever the heck you want on it.
Friday, November 6, 2015
I drove down to Amarillo today to get my military ID card renewed. I'm also going to go to a photography exhibit with my daughter while I'm here. And I remembered how many things make me smile. Molly dragging my $40 blanket around because she's decided it's her bed made me smile today - it went from my bedroom to the living room to the sunroom where hopefully it will stay for the rest of the day. The sight of two Osprey hovering above Bell Helicopter made me smile and feel protected. Sitting in a warm car and watching the wind blow made me smile. I think I'm getting better.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
They might not live near you. They might not be your age. They might not have anything at all in common with you except one teeny, tiny thing. They became your friends. We wrote our stories and other people read them and commented on them - not just one or two word comments but entire sentences. Sometimes even paragraphs or, if the thought was a private one, an email might be sent.
I have not blogged for a long time. I have been seduced by the ease of Facebook. Thankfully, so have most of my blogging buddies and we have managed to keep in touch through Facebook.
I received private messages on Facebook today from not just one, but two of my blogging buddies just to check on me because I didn't sound like me.
I love you both.