It looks like rain. I hope the clouds actually produce.
Things come out in the wash. Everything works out in due time. You get the gist of what I’m saying…
I’m closer to 32 than 31 (although I just had to think of the year I was born to figure out my current age) and I still can’t say no.
My three-in-less-than-a-week-year-old can handle spicier food than I can. I feel like a gastronomical loser.
What sweet sentimental nothings do you save? Pinned to my bulletin board I have a Paris Metro billet from either 1994 or 1996.
I almost forgot I had a blog. Actually, I did forget for a few days. Or maybe a few weeks.
How is your summer?
I can’t imagine not being able to rest my head and heart peacefully at night.
I know the 4th already passed, but I wish we celebrated more holidays with fireworks. Or just for no reason.
Could you imagine if we had the power of mind reading?
I like simple. That is all I want.
I’m sitting here at my kitchen table, the dogs are sprawled out snoring, Panic Room is on television, there are balloons blown up just because, toys and jump ropes and books are strewn about…Life is good. No complaints.
Blogger? Wordpress? What do you use?
Good night. Hope all is well.