Wheeeee!

Finding a clean shirt after 41 hours of no power and an unrecollectable time since one has last done laundry is cause for celebration. Also known as jumping on the bed. Excuse the mess. It’s been under the cover of darkness for 41 hours so I haven’t had to look at it. Or deal with it….

Scrubbing Selfie, Knuckles Down

Life Lesson #24: If you scrub your own burnt pots, your dishwashers won’t hate you. I guess it’s called taking responsibility for your actions. Or How Not to Make Enemies. Needless to say, today’s broccoli soup was not so beautiful. And listen, you WILL burn a pot (or two) in your lifetime. Doesn’t matter who you…

Selfie Sunday: A Post on Perspective

A photo on our camera caught my eye this morning. It was a picture of my mother; a selfie. It piqued my interest and made me stop. It struck me. Captivated me. I love it. I could write a whole entry on what I read in her face at this moment, but that is a thought…