Muskrat wine! I like that. I may have to abscond with it.
My bath was sans glitter. It was, however, avec Lush at least. I'm running very low. I may have to resort to ordering some online and paying their exorbitant shipping charge. Or, making a road trip to Chicago. Hmmm.
Or, making a road trip to Chicago.
Or, making a road trip to Chicago.
Or, making a road trip to Chicago.
Or, making a road trip to Chicago.
See - you say it enough and it just sounds better and better.
Hee. Road trip to Chitown! I've got Monday off, what about you, brenda?
Ooooh, do we dare? The weather doesn't look great, but it doesn't look like a major snowstorm is due in, so I'd be willing to chance the drive.
Well, I'm around for sure, and I'd love to see you.
If once a month I was in pain because of the flush-water swirling the wrong way or everybody calling me Shelia I supposed I'd send out for something different.
Yeah, that flush-water, it's painful stuff.
Had a crimson rosella in the garden yesterday.
Cool! Where would you like to meet? I'm not super familiar with Chicago, other than downtown and the Loop area, somewhat. Still, mapquest, occasionally, is my friend.
Had a crimson rosella in the garden yesterday.
See now, that just sounds like another menstrual euphamism.
Dude, bow head whales are theorized to live 200 years??!?!?!?!
Woohoo! Chicago is excellent for toddling around.
I love the idea of a french day!
It was lovely, Robin. The little French zone of SF is downtown near the shopping so we cashed in various gift cards while we were there and nibbled tasty treats (white beans pureed with garlic and sundried tomatoes, parmesan cubes in balsamic syrup, crab cakes in beurre blanc, endive salad with candied walnuts and blue cheese - various tasty bubbling drinks).
I wanted to show JZ the pretty little old French Catholic Church near there (Notre Dame de Victoires) and they were just starting an evening Mass so we attended. (JZ likes it when I go to Mass with her and it's a fairly rare occurrence.)
On the way out we lit candles for our family members but also for Cindy's Dad, Scrappy's dad and Heather's brother.
No we're back at home drinking Prosecco.