Jami and other visitors the day of the big book signing, but it was all a façade, a brilliant re-positioning of our possessions that lent itself to the illusion of cleanliness--but wasn’t. For whatever reason, perhaps in reaction to Crash’s post yesterday, I am filled with the intellectual vim and vigor required to get my house in order. (It remains to be seen if the spirit is willing but the flesh is week. It usually is.) As a result, I am determined to keep my posts short this week (and none on Tuesday as usual) and git to gittin’!
Anjeny tagged me on Friday with the 6th folder 6th photo tag. Oh how I wish THIS picture was the 6th . . . .
OR this one .. . .
Or even this one . . ..
But instead I get to share this little bit of attitude with you all.
These were taken five years ago when we lived in a different home. If we hadn’t scooped Little Guy off the floor and taken him with us, he would no doubt still be sitting there in all his profound judgment. (We did vacuum the floor before we left. I think.)