food, crochet, merriment
100 Happy Days #22
Playing store with the girlie is our own version of a good way to spend St. Patrick’s Day. I bought every single thing in my bedroom at least twice. Luckily, most if it cost about “twenty-three cents plus a dime and four.” And she gives back reaaaaly good change. Totally worth it.
We were both wearing green shirts the whole time…
in case you wondered.
Happy Green Day to you too.
100 Happy Days #21
It’s quite possible that in one teeny, tiny, highly selective, perfectly joyful area of my life, I might…just…almost…be considered…
a hoarder.
And no, thank you– I don’t want help.
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100 Happy Days #20
Not a ton of commentary for this one. Pink and purple paper clips. I love them. Something, everything about that color combination just makes me happy. If you don’t have some, you should get some. Then you could be happy too.
That’s all.
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100 Happy Days #19
I have a nice little workout routine that I try my best to do each morning. First I have a set of limbering exercises designed to strengthen my joints and muscles. Then, I usually walk on the treadmill for about 25 minutes. Granted, I don’t always accomplish everything that I’d like to every single morning, but you know…things get in the way now and then. But I do try.
Miss Chompy must have thought that I wasn’t working quite hard enough the other day, because while I was walking she was busy drawing a book for me…
of new exercises.
She said, “When you’re done with all that stuff you’re doing, I have a book of more work you can do. The pictures will show you how.”
Then she left me to get back to work.
Good thing I took my vitamins this morning.
Cause you know~ working with a trainer is tough business.
Heh, heh, heh.
100 Happy Days #17
Miss Chompy came up the other day and asked if I would take care of her birds for a while…cause she had “stuff to do.” I said, “Sure, kiddo.” She emptied her pocket and these are the little friends she left with me. So we have a tipsy crow, a blown glass purple bird, a tiny guy missing his tail and his mom who appears to have no tail or wings. Needless to say, it was an easy tending job and not one birdy soul was inclined or capable of flying off. Pretty happy about that.
My favorite tending jobs are the kind you can do while taking a nap.
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