Well, Sisters, it is a rainy day here in the Carolinas and since I haven't added much to the blog recently I thought I would jabber about what little I can think about.
The other day Earl went to the Post Office and came home with a square box from Diane and he said "I think maybe Diane sent you Agnes to take care of for awhile". Without even thinking it through I thought "Oh my gosh, maybe she did". It was the same size box Mom's ashes reside in and it had a little weight to it like Mom's box probably does. And....one time Diane ask me if I wanted to take Mom home with me when Earl and I had driven up. So I had my mind going and I carefully opened the box. Well, of course she didn't send me Mom. It was something I had neglected to bring home the last time I visited. Earl and I laughed and laughed at me thinking Mom was sent through the mail even though it was Priority Mail. Just one more thing Earl can hold up against my fuzzy thinking and tell others about with some embellishment.
How weird to be writing this blog and you called, Lizzie. It was so good talking to you. It sounds as if you have been are a wild whirlwind with all the activity.
Susie, that is an awful, awful, scary picture of the smoker. I bet you threw your cigarettes away after posting that picture. That one, or one very similar to that one, was taped to the ceiling over the examination table at my gynecologist where I used to go with the saying "Isn't she attractive?""Quit smoking before this happens to you".
That is about it for me right now. Take care girlies and write soon.
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You crack me up. I can just see you gingerly opening the box. Had I thought that you might think that, I would have really played it up with all kinds of warnings on the outside.
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