Thanks! And, Yes, I am trying to get you to move here. I took that picture from just outside my school the day before I left for Dad's funeral, so...October 21.
Dear Freddo: I love you, hun. But I forgot to school you in the etiquette of personal blogs. There is a code, unwritten, which states, "Never tell anyone they have to make their own gravy."
One may, however, offer to help season someone else's gravy, give it a taste test, or reheat it in the microwave. But one must never require anyone to make his/her own.
Poor Freddo, you make one comment on a blog and the lovely women in your life are sicking the dogs on you. I thought it was funny... as long as it was sarcasm :)
Jaime: I think you might just be the only one who won't have to make your own gravy. The rest of us may be doomed to stirring out lumps for the rest of our ever-loving lives!
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All our life so much laundry; each day's doing or not comes clean, flows off and away to blend with other sins of this world. Each day begins in new skin, blessed by the elements charged to take us out again to do or undo what's been assigned. From socks to shirts the selves we shed lift off the line as if they own a life apart from the one we offer. There is joy in clean laundry. All is forgiven in water, sun and air. We offer our day's deeds to the blue-eyed sky, with soap and prayer, our arms up, then lowered in supplication. -Ruth Moose
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Ahhh, good pics. Hope your day was good and are you trying again to entice me to move to Utah with that new picture at the top of your blog? Gorgeous.
Thanks! And, Yes, I am trying to get you to move here. I took that picture from just outside my school the day before I left for Dad's funeral, so...October 21.
If you move here you have to make your own gravy.
aw freddo, don't be a hater.
Dear Freddo: I love you, hun. But I forgot to school you in the etiquette of personal blogs. There is a code, unwritten, which states, "Never tell anyone they have to make their own gravy."
One may, however, offer to help season someone else's gravy, give it a taste test, or reheat it in the microwave. But one must never require anyone to make his/her own.
I mean this in the nicest possible way.
hey freddo, you never comment on my blog. what's that about?
Poor Freddo, you make one comment on a blog and the lovely women in your life are sicking the dogs on you. I thought it was funny... as long as it was sarcasm :)
Jaime: I think you might just be the only one who won't have to make your own gravy. The rest of us may be doomed to stirring out lumps for the rest of our ever-loving lives!
ya. see if he shows his face around here again. pshaw.
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