The past several weeks have been a whirlwind. I have felt like the plate spinner at The Dixie Stampede Pre-Show…except without the lights, applause, and music. Yep, just me…Tom…and the plates. (I like him, quite a lot, by the way).
In the meantime, many-o-night, our dinner plates have remained securely tucked in the cupboard while Styrofoam cartons and cardboard pizza boxes have filled our garbage can. What astounds me is the fact there are STILL dirty dishes to deal with each evening. How does this happen?
Despite my failed efforts, I will NOT break my New Year’s goal to make a monthly menu. Even though this is only 1/2 of a monthly menu, I say it still counts...and I’m in charge.
We have entered such an exciting chapter of life. There are so many new adventures to write about and fun things to share, but it will have to wait for another day. There are other wobbling plates that I have to attend to.
I am about to reach my 24 hour shower expiration…and we don’t want THAT plate to fall now…do we?
Again…click on the menu to enlarge if you want to be able to read it. Or maybe YOU can read it and it’s yet another testament to how badly I need to get back to the Optometrist.
p.s. ------ If any of you would like to come over and provide me with lights, applause, music, and possibly a smoke machine…I would be happy to return the favor for you during your next plate spinning spectacular.
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