This has been my view all week.
No, that is not my backyard, believe it or not.
Now I’m back home. I wish I could say I’m refreshed and ready for work Monday. That would be a lie. I’m refreshed, let’s leave it at that.
This has been my view all week.
No, that is not my backyard, believe it or not.
Now I’m back home. I wish I could say I’m refreshed and ready for work Monday. That would be a lie. I’m refreshed, let’s leave it at that.
If I walked into a psychic reading, the first thing out of her mouth better be “Hi, I was expecting you.” Otherwise I would turn and leave, firm in my knowledge she was a fake.
You’re welcome.
This post is going to take math. Let’s see, 2025…carry the one…Got it.
Forty-one years ago today I walked out of the Methodist Church married to this chick. Brains, freckles, dark curly hair, a nice rack (😎), a sweet smile, a great sense of humor, she had it all. She still does.
It was intentional on my part. I suspect she was under some psychological event. What was she thinking getting tied up with me?
Anyway, here we are, four plus decades into it and she is still my best friend. Through thick and thin she has been there, the rock of the family. She puts up with my crap, my bad jokes, my rapid mood changes.
It occurs to me for the millionth time that I am indeed a lucky man.
In lieu of intelligent, interesting , or witty repartee this morning, here is a picture of a hibiscus flower next to my patio.