…In Between I Drink…
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
Lately I’ve been a real homebody. I’m not alone. My old guy, here, only wants to go out in the cold when he has to. This means we will be…
You’ve heard of the Love Dare? Maybe the Respect Dare, too? Well I’ve settled on doing the Sock Dare and I’m already seeing the difference in my relationship with sock…
I don’t want to take it down. I haven’t gotten to sit and read or knit by the lights at night enough. I want another week, especially after all the…
We went on a field trip with my Grandmommy last week to Gator country.Maybe you’ve seen the Croc Hunter-esque show, Gator 911, on CMT. (Gator Country, 365 Day 205 Photo)…
That’s what my husband says when I’m cramming to finish a project by Christmas or something. This time it was The Ravellenics Games, and I made it by a few…