True Reflections

Overwhelmed with the Ordinary


It's Friday. @ 10:50 am

*collapses*

*revives enough to pay lip service at work and to take kids to swimming*

It's GORGEOUS outside. I may take firedancer out in the back yard later and....zone.

 

ooooooo one wee reminder @ 10:55 am

You all ROCK at posting the purple ribbons! Just as a cautionary reminder, be sure you click the ribbon you created once you've posted it, as that's what activates the donation process.

YOU.

ALL.

ROCK.

SO.

HARD.

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

 

So I"ve been re-reading @ 03:18 pm

Kaye Austen Michael's "Switch Hitters", which I adore, while at swimming lessons, and I just realized, we're off to watch the Portland Beavers tonight.

I wonder how long it will take for me to begin speculating on the relationship between the pitcher and the catcher...hehehe...

 

We win! @ 11:23 pm

Portland Beavers over Tuscon Sidewinders, 4-3.

No super chemistry noted between catchers and pitchers, although we did have two mound discussions where I watched them closely...lol...

EXHAUSTED. BUT! Yay! Roy's been invited to a friend's house for a birthday barbeque - we all were invited.

I'M STAYING HOME. ALONE. FOR AT LEAST SIX HOURS.

ME ALLLLLL ALONE.

I have to check in at Caring.com for question queue. That's IT. No one demanding anything else of me, except Sian and Marion.

I shall heed THEIR calls. *G*

Backyard, laptop, ice tea, and thee.

ahhhh....

 

True Reflections

Overwhelmed with the Ordinary