Alrighty. I have exactly 10 minutes to recreate last evening’s efforts before I must gather myself, my dog, and all related gear into a manageable pile on the front porch- to be picked up by our Curt and whisked away to Platte River campground and all its relaxing wonderfulness. Giddy up.
I am putting all of you on alert this fine garage-sale-ing season: buttons and fabric (linen napkins, curtains, cute old dresses, etc etc.)…I’ll pay you back. That’s yer mission. I’ll pay you back. Do me proud.
Chels, this next story is for you. [Hey, Chelsey just joined the blogging world! Y’all be nice and go say hello.]
Apparently, beauty is not always in the eye of the beholder
Boo. See that last save draft? You thought I was kidding.
I will not be defeated without a glorious, though perhaps futile, battle.
I’m not as dumb as I claim to be.
I don’t have any cool injury stories.
Wait. I lied.
One time- at a State competition, no less- I got a major paper cut from my sheet music.
It bled like crazy.
AND…in about 6 months I’m gonna shoot a baby out.
We’re off to the woods.
Y’all be good.
Find me some buttons.