Lexi is taking in the fine fiber fumes from my yarn stash. But after a long, long day, do I smell change in the air? I anticipated a tense talk with a client (it was about money, afterall) and I dunno if I'm just an old battle worn badass or if it just wasn't that bad, but I came through unscathed.
But perhaps even more impressive, I am actually cooking dinner for my husband tonight. Last night we frittered away the dinner hour until it was clear we had to just give up and order a pizza. Tonight we're having a roast chicken, potatoes with leeks and spinach. Yummer!
I do smell something funky though, something that reeks of vintage. Ah, yes, it's the mystery boxes from Hotlanta. They are indeed family history, including letters to my hmm, what was she, my grandfather's niece - guess I have to learn that stuff if I'm going to be Ms. Genealogy - from the 1930's. They've been in an attic for oh, about 70 years.
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Your blog is so cute!
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