Today, boys and girls, I am going to tell you a story about the day of my grandma’s funeral. It has little to do with her and even less to do with her death. It has more to do with “that side” of the family.
Am I the only person who watches the British House of Commons when it’s on CSPAN? Okay, probably…
‘K. I’m doing the picture meme that’s sweeping the nation, because it’s cute and easy and looks kind of fun.
The Rules:
1. Go to www.flickr.com.
2. Type your answer to each question in the “search” box.
3. Using only the first page, pick an image (i may or may not have broken this rule a couple times).
4. Copy and paste the html into your blog.
It is June in Wisconsin, the time of year when the weather turns from mild and sunshiney to oppressively humid and stormy. For three or four months straight. As cool as thunderstorms can be, when the other ”t” word is mentioned, I tend to freak out.
I stole this idea from Taoist Biker, but I told him I was going to. And he stole it too, so pass it on if you need a writing idea!
Three day weekends are just the best, aren’t they? On Saturday I went to some rummage sales, had lunch and cocktails with my sister, rode the pedal bike (like a pedal boat only looks like a giant three-wheeled bike) across the lake to have a few more cocktails, went fishing without touching worms or fish, came home and went to bed. Yesterday I tried to recover from my cigarette hangover and the pain in the back of my legs from the pedal boat. Today I woke up and realized I still have one day left to my weekend.
