Tuesday, December 18, 2007


There is much excitement here. Clare is coming home today. Giving in to the state of extreme expectancy, The Boys have been allowed to stay home from school. John was up by 5 this morning. Marco was up by 6:30. Don't ask how I know this. We have been checking flight status since we got up. Her flight was delayed 50 minutes. We are indignant.

This is just pathetic. I am so going to have to find something to occupy us. Gee, outside of a trip to Target, I wonder with what ?

Were we less keyed up, I might mention my outrage over a knot in the yarn. I might wax eloquent over the inadvertent increase and dropped stitch(es). I will blame these squarely on Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, most likely the moment Admiral Norrington gets it.

So. Does it look gardenish at all to you?


diane h said...

The green hills of England! A mess of pretty flowers (I mean a lot of . . .)! Not a whiff of salt air nor a single cry of the gull -

Bobbi said...

very nice! very pretty!

Luni said...

Ab-so-lute-ly. May it be treasured as long as the current queen has been!
(She's the oldest, ya know; that is, if she "makes it" 'til noon today).