First of all, a big old shout out to my Uncle Scott, who debuted in the comment section a few entries ago. *waving* Hi Uncle Scott!
Here is my hair. If you look over my right shoulder (your left side) you can see part of my garden. Will the lettuce grow? Will it?
And, just to keep it real, here is a view of my choice of footwear for this photoshoot:
Through an unfortunate series of events, I ended up with a pair of socks on in addition to my thongs. I mean flip flops. Sorry, Sara. And, let’s be honest people, the pajama pants are pretty much all I wear these days, the hose is still haphazardly arranged on the patio, and why, yes, Stella is sharing in her mother’s affinity for wearing her pajamas all day. We won’t mention the yellow grass.
And, finally, for your viewing pleasure, here is a picture of last night’s dinner pot AFTER it came out of the dishwasher. Yes, the dishwasher had been run.
It was sweet and sour meatballs, rice, and broccoli, for anyone who cares. This was the meatball pot.
