Briton's second grade teacher was, and continues to be, a light in our lives. She made him I don't know how many pans of Chicken Parmesan when Dale was sick, and on until she moved out of town. She's now a ceramics artist, and for my birthday I ordered a little trinket dish for myself. The business card she included featured this
Could you just die? Hi, Biddle!!
I'm going back and rewatching Season 1 of "The Pitt." As I watched an episode last night, I picked up my last cross-stitch project. It was painfully (in all senses) slow going, but there are a couple more letters here now. *Not for the faint of eye.*
Do you think professional censors also use strategically placed measuring devices?
Tap isn't feeling too great today. One end of his gastrointestinal tract (I shan't say which 😳) is, um, actively troubling him. He is understandably cranky, and doesn't want me to touch him, yet will crawl into my lap if he has a chance. Let's hope it's a one day thing.
2 comments:
Hooray for you!
Poor Tap. My poor pup goes through those tummy troubles quite frequently because being a terrier she can't keep her nose out of yucky stuff when we go walking and manages to pick up all types of creeping crud. I hope he's feeling better soon.
I love the sentiment on the cross stitch. I have to remind myself of that very thing most every day.
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