2. Attention nose/brain: Yes, thanks for stirring up the memory. It WAS rotting potatoes. And Ireland has my sympathy. Surely the potato famine was terrible for many reasons, not the least of which would have been the smell. Now, the problem in the mudroom has been solved. Please return to regularly scheduled sleeping.
3. Attention bladder: I would like to take slightly longer walks with Gunnar. If I hold off on my morning tea until after the walk, will you please cooperate?
4. Attention "girls": Once you've been a food source, nothing is as cute as it used to be. (Annual cram-o-gram this afternoon.)
And lastly,
5. Attention heart: peace, be still. For this happened today:
6 comments:
I'm with you on all of the above! Ugh! Two out of our three drive and I am always (always) a nervous wreck until I know they have reached their destination.
Yep getting old does have some draw backs. I've started with the." Oh, is it hot in here or is it just me? " :)
Wyatt must have found another truck to BUY?
Oh my. Driving, rotting potatoes, the cram-o-gram - you put a smile on my face this morning Julie.
You always keep it real. Blessings for a beautiful weekend.
It's so strange that rotting potatoes smells that way.
A car owner? Oy. I can't take the milestones.
So glad to see that you still have your fantastic sense of humour! Rotting potatoes are the raunchiest! Is that Wyatt's new ride!? Sweet!
He will be a great driver - he's had good examples and training. And now you don't have to be a taxi quite so often :-)
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