Three of those “ants” are our girls, singing sweetly the other night. Love those girls!
Today confirms that the Mayans are not in charge of the Earth. I wasn’t a bit concerned. The world would not end on mine and Barb’s dad’s birthdays! No way!!! Sending hugs to my birthday buddy.
Nature is spitting a bit of white in parts of our county, but none here at the house thus far. I can live without that, thankyouverymuch.
So the laryngitis is still with me. Bugger. You don’t realize how much we speak till you can no longer do it. I am grateful that this is at least temporary. One guy at lunch yesterday asked me to please breathe on my wife.
Apparently if I could bottle this stuff, I could make a small fortune!
Have yourselves a ginger peachy day. I sure will, even though I am speechless!