Isn't that the saying - we're all going to hell in a handbasket?
Nice one, eh?
People's taste in yard decor never ceases to amaze me.
But that's not what I was planning to talk about. I'm not sure where I'm going here tonight. So I'll just RUN with it!
Today was my third anniversary with the most wonderful Michael Dustdevil - creative genius, both musically and epicuriously - he takes much better care of me than I deserve. I grow the food, and he cooks it! It's a perfect partnership in every way.
I love him so very much.
Of course, being madly in love with your spouse doesn't really fall into the category of "going to hell in a handbasket."
I think that has more to do with the world in general. I've been too busy to pay close attention to the debt "deal" and that's probably a good thing - I'd be so pissed off I was really paying close attention. If I was paying attention, I wouldn't say "paying attention" so many times in two sentences! Sheesh!
Have another margarita, why don't you, silly girl?!! Only I don't drink margaritas every day. Probably a good thing.
Ignorance is bliss. I love my husband so much. I love my job. I have wonderful friends, both new and old, near and far, in person and online. You're all wonderful.
And now... something completely disturbing, because what else would you expect from me?