“Half baked, with no added salt.”
“Fair game, I knew it well.”
It’s been in the 80’s for the past 3 days, and the weatherman says, “no more winter”! My lips are plumping up as I type! (Note to self, need facial moisturizer with SPF 30)
Just before sunrise on a chilly, February morning…
Me: I think I’ll turn on the heat to take the chill off the house
Husband: It’s not that cold. Why don’t you put on more clothes?
Me: I’m already wearing 3 layers! Including my Uggs!
Me: You know I hate winter! Floridians shouldn’t have to live like this!
Is it in his eyes? Oh no! You’ll be deceived ♪♫♪
Or is it in his face? Oh no! That’s just his charms ♪♫♪
Find out what you want to know…
If it’s love, if it really is
It’s there in the lips ♪♫♪
How about the way they act. Oh no!
That’s not the way
And you’re not listenin’ to all I say!
If you wanna know if they love you so ♪♫♪
If it’s love, if it really is, it’s there in the lips ♪♫♪
Goodbye 2016! Happy New Year!
Today is laundry day…
My mother had hand embroidered dish towels with the days of the week, and a different chore assigned to each. I remember laundry day was one of them, but I don’t remember the specific day.
My husband reminded me that he had blood on the sleeve of one of his favorite shirts, and he asked me to try and get it out.
I was an emergency/trauma nurse for 25 years; if there’s one thing I can do, it’s get blood out of a shirt.
I also had to pick off stick-tights and a sand spur, because he and the dog are like magnets when it comes to traveling weed seeds.
I can remember when I was little, my mother used to let me sew buttons on the dish towels. She had a tin full of buttons, all shapes and sizes. I knew needles were sharp.
My sister is 4 1/2 years younger, and I don’t remember mother letting her do anything with a needle.
My husband is 4 1/2 years younger than me. Sometimes I think he and my sister are twins. I marvel sometimes over their similarities.
I like laundry day. My thoughts wander, and I remember things I haven’t thought about in years.