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Assorted & Sundry Things I Ponder (and Smile Over) This Saturday Morning


Woke up and Even Worse Knee was being totally stroppy. Rain and thunderstorms are due later. Went and got an ice pack and somewhere on the way back with my meal replacement shake I lost the ice pack.

Don’t ask. Blame it on fibro fog.


Spouse brought me another ice pack before heading to town (I just LOVE that man, I really do!) and after icing, EWK is cussing at me with considerably less enthusiasm. This is good. Now if I can just manage not to trip or fall or do something else to aggravate it. We have the dance recital to shoot this afternoon and I will be playing production assistant and sales consultant.


More good news–we’ve already sold eight DVDS! Benny and Harry made it to part of the dress rehearsal last night after work and several parents hit them up. Here’s one of the photos Benny took last night.


Love the costumes and sets and really looking forward to see the kids perform. But this photo is the one that really made me smile.


Speaking of images that make me smile, a photo I took of my mother at her favorite restaurant, Cracker Barrel, on Mother’s Day. I think she was 80, or thereabouts. Mmmmmwhaaa, Mama, I love you!


This makes me smile, too, of course, and go “awwwww” and “sweeeet” and all that. Richard, darn it, could you be a little less ADORABLE?!






Hope you all have a great day!

Hope you all have a great day!

Ouchies lead to another Cuteness Overload . . .


I managed to injure the middle finger of my right hand in another of those freakish accidents that happens to me–not broken, thank goodness, just very sore–and I need to let it rest a bit.  So responding to the comments will have to wait.  Hopefully it will be better tomorrow. In the meantime . . .

Our sweet Beau disappeared a while back, *sob* but here he is as the cutest part-bloodhound pup you’ve ever seen, enjoying the water in the whiskey barrel planter, accompanied by his brother Elvis. They always seem to prefer water from here much more than they do their water bowls. Dogs!

OK. I am prejudiced. But isn’t our Callie just gorgeous here?

Oh, those wide eyes. What a sweetie!

Elvis on that other southern icon–my late daddy’s old pickup truck.

I’ll be back tomorrow to catch up with you all. Nighty-night!