I am on day sixteen of my self-imposed (again) exile from sweets. Every night for the past fifteen nights, I have fought the urge to drive into town for a Blizzard. Tonight is going to be no different.
Randy bought himself a new toy and I haven't seen much of him since mid-August. I think he's in the garage. Someone's in the garage - it best be him.
Why is it impossible to keep a butter dish neat and tidy? I immensely dislike a messy butter dish.
I am on day sixteen of my self-imposed (still) exile from sweets. Every morning for the past fifteen mornings, I have fought the urge to drive into town to Shipley's Donuts. This morning was no different.
I found this little cupboard over the summer when Teri, Marcia and I went into town. I gave it a base coat, then applied my patented method of antiquing. I stared at it for a while trying to decide what to paint on it. I am not the least bit unhappy with the way it turned out.
Roxy always seems to know when I wash the paw prints off the windows in the doors. I sure love my dog. I love Randy, too. But I can never see him to tell him.
Have the BEST day ever!