Actually that was a bumper sticker a friend saw the other day. And you know I am nice through and through.
Funny story about the word facade. I once pronounced if faH-kade, (long a's hard c) while talking to this guy, trying to impress. We laughed so hard we nearly peed. So much for my french.
Speaking of french, we had the Thursday group over and the Perran's bought a very nice girl visiting from France who is visiting for a month or so. Her name is Morgan, pronounced
Mor-ghan. Anyway, I'll try not to speak my SOB-inner child french to her but all bets are off when I start drinking. Which I might add is not very often, thank you for asking.
Some of the Thursday gang. The bar out back is now open.
I was considering skiing Friday but was just to tired when the 5 am alarm clock went off. So I slept until 10:00 am until I heard laughing from my darling but
The clementis are in full bloom.
Greg's father Day breakfast on the patio. BLT's. I know I rock as a wife.
Thinking of my Dad who was admitted to the hospital on Father's Day with dehydration. He is doing much better and is walking and talking very well. I am making plans to visit him in August with the kids so hang on Daddy-O. Hang on.