An Hour Left

Schedule of the day...Thursday, September 27.

8 a.m. wakeup (I hate alarms.)
8 a.m.- 8:30...Sportscenter
9 a.m.-12:30 p.m....Paint...paint...paint
12:45- 5:15 p.m...babysitting while everybody else went to see the Detroit Tigers.
6:00 p.m. - 9:30 p.m....walleyball (bump...set...spike)
9:30- 10:00 p.m...made fried chicken and gravy
10 p.m.-11 p.m....checking out your pictures.
11 p.m.- 11:21...doing my own weak blip.

With that schedule...WHEN AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE PICTURES???

Rant over...deep breath. I wanted to label this picture The Last Rose of the Season...but...as you can see...there is another bud behind it.

The baby was much better today, and I got him to eat a little something, plus we got to blow a few bubbles outside.

Just finished watching Sweet Home Alabama for the 43rd time. I like to see it when true love wins out...and it wasn't bad seeing Candice Bergen punched out. Power to us Southerners.