This morning my alarm went off at 5:15 am.
I made scones for breakfast at 6:15.
My knitting and camera were packed.
We were on the road at 6:40, going to Omaha so Lynette could catch the first leg of her flight to Ireland at 11:20. She met the Troyers in Chicago.
We parked in the parking garage, stayed in the terminal until her plane left, and
THEN, I remembered I wanted to take a photo before she left. My camera was still in the car anyway. Sigh.
At this typing moment she is over the Atlantic Ocean.
On another note:
I have three grandsons.
I don't know how well this cool toy shows up, it's a balancing game.
A real fish
My daughter is one of three roomies.
I saw a recipe in the magazine that comes with our newspaper. I didn't save the recipe, but it was easy enough for my head to remember.
Just in time for the 4th.
The firecrackers are candy coated marshmallows. If you use a skewer to dip them, there is a hole to stick in the licorice.
Chomp, chomp, chomp
I like these people.