Old School Flying

She Got My Forehead

A few weeks ago, I took part in an Art Project. One of the Painting Faculty painted 24 portraits in three 8 hour sessions. I was number 12. Each of the sitters was connected to OSU in some way. I was the only "trailing spouse."

Mavericks, yesterday.

This is what ones calls "A world of Hurt."

We have electricity, at the moment

Ice, Ice everywhere and not a drop for my cocktail.

Cooookies!

Jen made cookies and brownies for our party. The cookies were like light little scones laced with cherry/strawberry jam and the brownies? Mmmmmm dark chocolate goodness with chunks of York Peppermint Patties.

The Russians

NASA spent $5million to develop a ballpoint pen that writes in Space.
The Russians used a pencil.

The Last Day, Hazzaa!

One short of Thirty

I can't lie, some days I cut myself off at the knees.

Another Day

My forest has metal and wood.
They appear at intervals, occasionally spaced.

The Twenty-seventh

Sometimes, my green sweater and I like to be alone.

the numeral two and the numeral six

Sometimes my green sweater kills me.

Days of 25

What do you do with Thanksgiving left-overs?

24, as in days.

Day Twenty-three

Holy crap it snowed!

Twenty-two Days

In the process of cooking Thanksgiving Dinner for my In-Laws, the wounded count as:

1) Espresso Machine that now trips its GFI plug AND the circuit breaker
2) Clogged kitchen sink drain
3) Stove exhaust fan turning itself on and off at will
4) One kitchen drawer front forcibly removed
5) One self-shattering Pyrex pie plate (see Day Seventeen)

Not bad...