I Love Sundays
I just realized that I was gonna tell you that I love Sundays because no matter what else happens on a Sunday whether you attend Church, visit with family, work around the house, read the funny pages, check out Post Secrets, cook a big breakfast or close the kitchen for the day, Sundays are made for napping. I was so gonna tell you this but then I just remembered that my Sunday list this week involved: making an "exotic" breakfast, crocking fabrics, finishing up a dog coat since winter is blowing in, moving a pile of wood into the basement by the fireplace, burning up an antique solid walnut pump organ that once was beautiful, that was until it jumped out of the back of a pickup truck and went skidding down the interstate some25 years ago, rearranging a horribly cluttered garage ( mostly rearranging the dirt and whatnots that have fallen to the floor), moving into the garage two 157 gallon fuel tanks in hopes of a warmer winter this year making homemade popcorn with butter and cheddar cheese, watching my beloved Steelers get beat and making Moose Chili which must be eaten with mac and cheese and corn muffins. There was no time for a nap today at all. OK that is a lie. I went on a search for the pup today and this is how I found her. Napping. Hiding and napping. Well atleast Paisley had time for a nap.
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