Monday Bag o’ News
A note from Polly, left in an empty plastic container by the sink: “Where’s the split pea soup? There was a WHOLE CONTAINER!” Sorry, kiddo, I cooked it and I polished off the leftovers.
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A note from Polly, left in an empty plastic container by the sink: “Where’s the split pea soup? There was a WHOLE CONTAINER!” Sorry, kiddo, I cooked it and I polished off the leftovers.
Our son and daughter are March babies. Gregory turned 59 last week. Polly, bless her, is 50 today. Happy birthday, kids!
Please forgive my jumping around. I thought I was sitting down to write an organized blog post but the wind distracted me.
What are your plans for tonight?
We’re having a quiet celebration at home, just the three of us.
Our dogs wake up at 5 a.m. and consequently so do we.
Third time’s the charm, they say, and so I believed. What do they say about the fourth?
Made it ’round the sun for the seventy-eighth time.