Visiting my Grandma, and letting her know that her gift to me, little twitchy, is doing just fine.
Best hair day in weeks....has to be on a Saturday when I'm not going anywhere but the car dealership to sign papers. Ug!
Practicing animal husbandry.
Instagramming at church. Who knew Rudyard Kipling wrote a hymn? Oh, that's right, my husband and my sister did. At least I learned something on Sunday.
Visiting a few other graves, particularly my Grandma P. Man alive I miss my grandma's!!
Sunday was just breathtakingly beautiful. Those mountains are part of the reason I love where I live.
Yummy treats for the family Memorial Day BBQ.
One tuckered out 5 year old. (Note: That other kid of mine was also with us all weekend, but he was sort of evil and I just didn't take his picture).
I'm awake very early this morning because I had one of those crazy dreams. I was in Switzerland with Elliott and my in-laws. No husband, no other children. My son and father-in-law had led the way and decided to walk across a strange bridge, straddling a wide river. We got onto the bridge, me with much trepidation because the thing had wide gaps in it and was being held up by a small string. I had just taken a picture and as I was putting my phone/camera away, Elliott ran ahead of me and missed the gap. In order to catch and save him, I sacrificed my phone and it fell to the bottom of the large body of water. As I was sobbing uncontrollably (apparent the phone contained all our documentation and we were now unidentified in a foreign country) we continued along this bridge, dipping into the water, floating on barges, being pulled along by a string.
Eventually, we go to the end of the line, in a very industrial and coal infused part of the city where we got off. We had someone been part of an art installation. It wasn't a real bridge at all, we had just gotten in the way.
Then I woke up. I had to go to the bathroom and the Nestle Quik was calling my name.