2. LuAnn and Chris, who went to Canada to get married earlier this year, came out for dinner. ("Came out," get it?) Mike also came--along. As did Dave. We went to Powdrell's and I ate BBQ'd ribs and mac and cheese and shared Dave's sweet potato pie a la mode.
LuAnn, a year or more ago, at Saigon.
Mike, a month or more ago, at a wedding.
(You know what Dave looks like and I don't have a picture of Chris.)
3. It's raining today so I can't do laundry. It threatened rain yesterday, so I didn't do laundry. Laundry must be done.
4. There is a fly in the Casita and this fly is very bothersome, but I think he must be lonely, too, because all his fly friends are outside. I can't kill him because I feel sorry for him, but I don't want to play with him and I don't want to be his friend and I don't want him landing on my bare leg either. Damn fly.
5. I was telling Judi about how I used to prop magazines up against my goldfishes' tank so that they would have something to look at and not be bored. Every few days, I'd turn the page so they could see different articles and pictures. She said, "How old were you when you did that?" And I said, "About thirty." And she laughed.
Tata
2 comments:
haha Rosa.. my husbands name is Kazu.. isn't that funny? lol I was waiting for you to update then I see I missed three of your posts.
Hi, Girl J! It is funny! I actually really like the name Kazu. It's pretty unique for Japanese men (they all seem to be named Hiro).
I've been lazy about blogging these days, but I've been reading your blog. Your Christmas is going to be out of this world, I think!
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