Went for a horseback ride on Fathers Day with one of the daughters (GunDiva). Wonderful ride.
J & J Paris... The puzzle is done. As it turns out, another couple that stayed with us last week had been here a year and a half ago, and the SAME PUZZLE was on the table, and they had to leave before it was done. I'm not sure he believed me when I told him we had saved it for him to finish. It is missing a piece, so if you guys could check your luggage...
We have been working a lot lately. Bed at midnight, up at 5:30. Sometimes in the morning, the brains are not
fully functional. But I still knew what Juanita wanted when she asked for the "squeegee-spoon".
My hand writing leaves something to be desired. I have the fine motor control of a drunken buffalo. So when
guests leave notes like this, I can't read them. I mean, I see the words, but I get so distracted by how pretty it is, I loose all comprehension.
(Click on this one to see it larger)
Juanita went to the post office last week and bought some stamps. I congratulated her on buying some exceptionally ugly stamps. She gave me "that look" and told me "I thought they were pretty."
(Okay Momma Fargo, here's a post. Quicha bellyaching.)