I seem to be on a soap opera theme?
Really, this has to do with miniature daffodils.
It’s gray. It’s raining. I walk out the back door, and the teensy daffodils are blooming.
Life is good. The sun came out. I got hugged by my horse. I’m (temporarily) not psycho. Never mind it’s supposed to snow here tonight, in the land of No Snow. The daffodils declare it’s time to grab a pitchfork, and muck out the house.
I thought in my non-pitchfork down time I’d virtually clean the blog. I can
eat cupcakes do isometric exercises and clean at the same time. How perfect is that?
We’re open for opinion!
Warning, excellent opinions may be irresponsibly disregarded.
You never know. I might go psycho again, throw caution to the winds, and splash the site in wild colors.
Yes! I’d LOVE to give you some advice: