Five years ago, I’m sure I knew why Laurie Simmons house was so friggin’ mind-blowing to me. Today, I really have no clue. I’ve searched her, I’ve googled her, I’ve yahoo’d her, I have not even a glimpse into what she once meant to me. I can find lots of […]
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I hadn’t realized it until lately, but apparently I’m really into lily pads and the flowers that go with. You can see them here, here, here, and here (okay, that was just the one above again). Maybe I’ll find another water lily for your viewing pleasure tomorrow.
We tried in vain Saturday to add “Go Vols!” to Pancho’s vocabulary. Unfortunately all I got was a mock of my cackle from the bird. Pancho did get into the game, though, squawking at Ainge every time he’d spiral a ball into the other team’s hands (he must be colorblind). […]
Pourin’ the rain… That’s all I have to say.