what about writing about your two dear friends that stopped to see you the day before? we were two chicks grooving and singing with the 50's CD music over and back; wish you could have been part of that - your turn is coming!
Thanks MJ, Tall Cottage and Newton for your comments. All are excellent and appreciated. Once in awhile the brain says "enough is enough." It rebels, it goes on strike, and the writer is left like the proverbial canoe up the creek without a paddle.
To answer MJ, the only way I can get pictures on my blog is to use Mr. G's laptop. My Droid still isn't "paired" with whatever it needs to pair with in order for me to post pictures. As you can see, I'm using the laptop this morn.
Tall Cottage, you understand my plight, because you're a blogger, too.
And, Newton.....you gave me fodder for a blog. One day I will write about the party we had the other day. I felt bad when you two chicks left my house cuz I wasn't jiving with the oldies with my hair flying in the wind. I love your convertible, honey biscuits.
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No pictures to share either??
Good move!
what about writing about your two dear friends that stopped to see you the day before? we were two chicks grooving and singing with the 50's CD music over and back; wish you could have been part of that - your turn is coming!
Thanks MJ, Tall Cottage and Newton for your comments. All are excellent and appreciated. Once in awhile the brain says "enough is enough." It rebels, it goes on strike, and the writer is left like the proverbial canoe up the creek without a paddle.
To answer MJ, the only way I can get pictures on my blog is to use Mr. G's laptop. My Droid still isn't "paired" with whatever it needs to pair with in order for me to post pictures. As you can see, I'm using the laptop this morn.
Tall Cottage, you understand my plight, because you're a blogger, too.
And, Newton.....you gave me fodder for a blog. One day I will write about the party we had the other day. I felt bad when you two chicks left my house cuz I wasn't jiving with the oldies with my hair flying in the wind. I love your convertible, honey biscuits.
Ta-ta to my true commentators.
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