happiness is…

a nice, shiny, clean kitchen. As clean as the day you first moved in.

:::::sigh:::::

It won’t last, not with my circus act. That’s why I took a picture.

nightmare

OMG! I had a horrible nightmare last night. I rarely remember my dreams but when I do they are often doozies. This one woke me up.

I dreamt that we were hosting Thanksgiving here under the Big Top. My dad and two sisters were here. My mother in law, her mother, my sister in law and her fiance were here as well as my regular circus act. Added to this group was my neighbors and their family and people from my mother in law’s church. Seems normal enough. Well, sort of.  But Bill, who insisted he wanted to be in charge of Emerick, the turkey, had yet to even soak the big bird in brine much less start roasting it. Our guests were from assorted backgrounds: conservative, liberal, religious, atheist, military, anti-war and so on and so on. Their rather lively conversations soon broke down as we ran out of hors d’oerves and it was then that I discovered that I had yet to go shopping for rest of the Thanksgiving feast.

Then I woke up.

I’m going shopping!

TTFN!