I hesitated to write the word “break”. (All of a sudden, I’m superstitious.)
Our house will be overflowing with kids and family, we’re looking forward to that. We should be able to trick Auntie Daisy and into coming over at least once. I will once again be welded to my spatula ala Sponge Bob, turning out batch after batch of french toast. You may not see me here much for a bit. I’m toying with the idea of Blog Muzak, by posting a photo every so often. In my case it’s Muzak: I’m not a photographer. For those of you still caught in the worst throes of winter, I’ll try for spring photos: we all need hope.
For those of you who are sick to death of hearing about me splatting and impaling instead of being ON the horse, you can always type “Jane Bull Ride” into the search box, and see that fine movie. Be sure to read how, exactly, I ended up on the bull. I think that’s the post prior to the video.
The same hard stuff is still going on. That’s life, isn’t it? One minute you’re crying, the next you’re laughing, mystified, pulling your bra out of a tree. What? I didn’t tell you about that?!