My poor bedraggled summer sandals. They are sodden. Beleaguered by puddles.
But just look at this sunset. I mean really.
Baby has taken to rolling himself up like a catapillar. Sometimes I can only tell he's there by the muffled giggles.
I cooked lunch for some old friends on the weekend. It was delightful.
I made this gigantic panzanella salad which we hardly dented. I cannot undercater. It is not in me.
The sausages from our butcher are famous. Really. People come from miles away just to buy them.
Is there anything cuter than a baby in a hood? I'm having trouble thinking of one.
My name on a coke bottle. So thrilling. The lady on Romper Room never once saw me through the magic mirror.
I just finished reading 'How to be a women'. I give it two thumbs up. I think Husband woud enjoy it too but it's hard to convinve him to begin things like this.
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