I never liked the beach - the gritty sand, my hair tied in knots from the wind, the blazing sun - but it's starting to sound very inviting to me.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Welcome, Zaza Whiskers
Your grandson (who's still waiting on that Camaro) told me he sent you the link to the blog. I'm typing with one hand because I know your dial up is slow. While you sit surrounded by roses, lilies, hibiscus, and wild flowers, this is what we woke up to this morning:
I never liked the beach - the gritty sand, my hair tied in knots from the wind, the blazing sun - but it's starting to sound very inviting to me.
I never liked the beach - the gritty sand, my hair tied in knots from the wind, the blazing sun - but it's starting to sound very inviting to me.
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Wow! Is that the most snow you have had all season(s)? It is supposed to be 90 here by Wednesday. (Don't I sound like Mother?)
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