Every now and then I like to go through my computer and look at photos that didn’t make the blog.
My husband has so many t-shirts I secretly throw them away when he’s not looking. I’m totally kidding, they’re at the cleaners getting the heavy starch.
If you don’t know the significance of Gitzo’s toenails, then you’ve obviously never spent the night at my house. Nothing says, “Welcome to Chez Tyre” like the clickety-clack of toenails on the floor at 3 a.m.
I REALLY enjoyed my niece, Alaska Ashleigh, when she was here. She worked at the retirement community and would bring us dinner in the evenings. I could stand some pork chops and apple sauce about now.
This was on the blog before, but when I saw it today I was struck at how little they looked. What the WHAT? Where has my little girl gone? And when is Chick-fil-a giving away food again?
I’ve got no explanation.
I think you were plotting in the picture and it looked like something mean.