This was the sky this morning. It held every kind of warning for the day. This day of 60 mph winds (from hell)(Sorry). This day that I finally (after 4 weeks) went to the doctor and he said “I think your asthma is back.” Ugh. Grrr. Thump! (That was me falling on the floor.) You could’ve knocked me over with a feather! I never thought my asthma would come back! I outgrew it! No one ever told me it could come back! Argh! So for the day, I am seeking the shelter of my home, and looking at my pictures from this weekend.
Saturday, my dad dropped off a trailer full of firewood. My oldest punk kept finding pieces that were gun shaped. It’s a male thing… I think.
While they hauled firewood, I walked around and took pictures of flowers…
and longed for the day when I get a macro lens.
It’ll be coming after Ol’ Blue Eyes gets a new shotgun for Duck season. It works like that, you see. His turn, my turn, his turn, my turn. It’s all about give and take in a marriage. At least, that’s what works for us… Ok, and possibly these.
I find cupcakes to be very persuasive, but don’t tell Ol’ Blue Eyes. I can’t have him figure my manipulations tactics shenanigans ruse strategy.
OBE: What you’d say babe?
MPM: Oh, nothing honey. Thanks for hauling all that firewood with the punks. Can I get you a cupcake?