I admire those who can simplify. Those who can purge. Sadly I am not one of them and probably never will be. I start to bring the Christmas boxes down from the attic and just can't help but put most of it out. That does not include the boxes and boxes that I have not used in years. Do I know what's in those boxes? Well, uh, mostly no. Can I part with anything? Most likely not. So . . . I will decorate and decorate and decorate some more. At least Thanksgiving was early this year and not working does make it easier to get things done.
Thanksgiving was nice. I don't know if I mentioned but my California son came home for for ten days. He hasn't been here that long since he moved away. It's wonderful to have him home. Think good thoughts that he will be moving back to Las Vegas soon. He is so ready. He is just not the California guy.
I could not get my sons to move close enough to get them in one picture. (Plus, I don't know how to set the camera to compensate for the light coming in the windows.)
|#1 bad boy|
|#2 bad boy growing his|
My brother Bill and his DSO Lyn host Thanksgiving each year. For the last 5 or 6 years, Bill has been measuring Jake and my great nieces. Unfortunately, this was the first year the girls were unable to come in from Chicago. I knew Jake had grown a lot, but had no idea he had grown 4 1/2 inches in the last year. He is no longer a little boy.
I hear Pretty Girl is doing great in her forever home. I sure do miss that little stinker.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Pug hugs :)