Dearest Sillies,
Well, it's officially Spring, but it doesn't quite feel that way. Does it?
Maybe this will help.
Love ya.
Welcome, My Sillies! Together we'll uncover morsels of sweetness in the light and dark. You'll crave chocolate. I'm a naughty influence. {Note: I avoid Hershey's but partake in regular fixes of fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy a ravenous sampling, and may you fast become addicted. Cheers to all things sweet. That, Dear Sillies, includes you.
Dearest Sillies,
Well, it's officially Spring, but it doesn't quite feel that way. Does it?
Maybe this will help.
Love ya.
My Dear Sillies,
The Ides of March hath struck so...
I don't eat the corned beef and cabbage deal. Do ye?
Other things excite me, like Bernie and Ryan and my guy's shalayleigh. We're doing well, on that note. Luck be on our side. No kids, no exes, and a short commute between us--phew. Communication takes ongoing work and faith, as ye know.
Much luck and love to you all, Sillies, on Saint Patty's and every day!
Dear Sillies,
My young siblings and I garnered TikTok and Instagram fame. Yippee! Somehow a photo of us in the backseat of our Rebel station wagon, circa 1974, got grabbed for this fun video. You'll see us in the first group shot after the girl in the initial scene. You'll recognize me immediately, I'm certain. (I posted this picture years ago here, and it's on my Facebook sidebar.)
Were you lucky to have one of those rear facing back seats? It was my spot, and nobody argued. I'd have innocent fun there on long drives--holding up pictures of a cartoon man sweating, with the question "Are you hot?" I got a few chuckles. Those were the days. Am I right?
Be well, Sillies.
Hugs!