It's late here...when I get most of my work done...ironing (which I detest), folding clothes (I don't like that chore either) and filing the neverending pile of paper we seem to accumulate.
Spectre keeps coming out of the guest bedroom (where we're sleeping since it's the only room with a real bed right now...) and grunting at me to come to bed.
Spectre keeps coming out of the guest bedroom (where we're sleeping since it's the only room with a real bed right now...) and grunting at me to come to bed.
Animals are funny.
Beautiful screen.
A gift from John's parents.
From India by way of Okinawa; their first assignment as a married couple.
More memories to come, no doubt.
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