My new non-farm blog: Finding Freedom
Tucker likes it when I pull dust bunnies under from under the dresser as I'm rescuing his toys. Sometimes I think he's rather play with the dust bunnies.
Veronica
In my house, we call them dust 'buffalos'. With all the dog hair, they are too big to be bunnies!![]()
My new non-farm blog: Finding Freedom
My shepherd mix has been shedding a Toto-sized ball of fur every 24 hours. It's really very alarming when you see she still hasn't shed all her winter fur yet.
You gals are making me feel better about my house. I still haven't scrubbed out the woodstove. I've swept it, but remains of the ashes from the last spring fire are still in there - and the glass is just awful. What's hard for me is I live in a small town - and just when I least expect it, and I have clutter everywhere, is when someone unexpectedly drops by. I'm starting to understand why old houses had formal sitting rooms: company-specific spaces to usher those drop-ins into, and keep them from seeing how you REALLY live!
Christine
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Cycle! It's Good for the Wattle; it's good for the can!