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This is my favorite GIF – Jason Momoa opening a lawn chair. I’m not a big Jason Momoa fan but this thing brings me so much joy.
He’s so cool and he opens that chair so easily. It’s poetry in motion. I wish I could do that move. But I’m not coordinated at all. It would not end well.
Today was the first t-ball practice of the season. I was loading the car with my lawn chair and tried to do my Jason Momoa imitation. It did not end well. I pinched my finger.
I hate when I’m right.
Spending a quiet night at home.
Binge watching Blue Bloods.
Listening to the dogs snore.
Not a bad way to celebrate.
Watching Charlie Brown
Sending Christmas cards
Single girl life is ssooo exciting
Today I had the pleasure of having someone I barely know volunteer to take care of a small home maintenance project.
He wouldn’t take any money for the work he did.
He said that’s what friends do.
I am a lucky lady
I’m writing a post about my Florida vacation.
Loving the sun, sand, pools
It’s been hotter then heck.
It rains for 30 to 45 minutes and then it stops. Sometimes you get stuck in a store and have to shop some more. Sometimes you get stuck at a beachside bar and just have to consume a few more beverages.
People are curious about my “accent” and I don’t have an accent.
I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally deleted most of it.
The “undo” button is next to the space bar on my iPad.
Curse, swear, filth and foul.
I’m headed to the beach.
I’m a single girl. I live alone with two large dogs. Some of the conversations I have with them are pretty funny.
Yes I’ve actually said all of these things to them on a pretty regular basis.
What are you doing?
You aren’t helping.
I’m not going anywhere without you (when they follow me into the bathroom because they think I’ll sneak out and go walking without them.)
Come back here.
You need to move.
Do you have to poop on a hill?
What are you eating?
You can’t eat that!
Don’t eat that!
Don’t let him pee on you!
Don’t pee on your sister!
You have to wait. Bubba has to poo
You have to wait. Sissy has to poo
We aren’t going that way (when they smell something interesting in the area we just passed).
Watch your head (when they aren’t paying attention and about to run into something)
Wait, wait (when we are waiting to cross the street)
Wait, there’s a car (when Millie thinks we’ve waited long enough and she wants to go.)
Careful (when its slick and I need them to stay close to my side)
You have to wait for him to finish (once Rocky walks away from his food dish, anything he leaves is fair game for her.)
That belongs to him!
My finger is in there.
Do not make me put on my shoes and come out there! (Usually when they are out in the yard barking and they won’t come when I call their names. Last time this happened was a couple of weeks ago . . . there was a possum in the alley playing possum.)
Make up your mind you’re letting out the hot (winter)/cold (summer). (After Rocky scratches at the back door and wants in but hesitates when I actually open the door to let him in.)
And everyone worries that I’m lonely living here in The Little House all by myself . . .