After I write this blog, and before I sit down to my computer to get my characters out of the fine mess I’ve already gotten them into, I’ll get a batch of slow-cooker lasagna going. This is a fun and easy process–except that the beagle begs, big-time, whenever I brown hamburger. š (Or any other kind of meat). And a begging beagle is a hard critter to refuse.
What about all those new planets they’ve just discovered? How have we managed to miss them for all this time? š And while I’m asking all these questions, does this mean I’m not a Gemini anymore? š So much for checking my horoscope on a regular basis. For all I know, I have a whole new astrological sign.
We don’t have as much sunshine today as yesterday, but there’s no snow and I think it’s a bit warmer. Seeing what other folks are enduring all across this great country, I certainly have no complaints. We’re blessed with clear roads and visible grass, at least for now.
Finally, on a comical note, I have become a fan of a podcast called the Onion. One recent headline: Titanic Re-enactment Group Loses 1,300 Members.
Keep smiling.
