As y'all read this, I'm on a plane on my way down to see Daddy. Evie has my kids for the weekend. I cannot wait to set eyes on him. He continues his recovery and is doing beautifully, but I just need to SEE him.
I will get to attend a wedding at the Retirement Park tomorrow. I asked my mother if I should bring something dressy and she said, "Oh no! The wedding is poolside and the groom is wearing a t-shirt with a tuxedo screen-printed on the front. It's a second marriage and they are both older, you know...."
You CANNOT make this stuff up.
Suffice it to say, if I get married again, my groom best not be in a t-shirt!
I started my garden one evening this week. I was outside raking, hoeing and planting and I realized that I was still wearing the pearls that I'd worn to work that day.
Gardening in pearls....
Do you think I might be more than Sorta Southern???
I found this on Pinterest this week. I hope you will excuse the slightly off-color language. It's just so alarmingly approriate for how ...stuck... I've been feeling lately, I couldn't help but share!