Woke up at 4:47 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep. I hate that.
I swear I heard a frog outside this morning. That's not possible. Probably just a starling with a head cold.
The starlings have begun their nesting rituals under the eaves of the old chicken coop.
My crocuses have started to poke their tiny green fronds through the soil.
I am remembering why I used to love writing poetry.
You know what I'd like to see? People getting tickets for taking up two parking spaces. And for driving too slow.
I also think that I should lose a pound for every Krispy Kreme I forgo. Just on principle.
Vanity plate I recently saw on a Ford Expedition parked in downtown Missoula: 1BIGIOU.
Have you tried the new Clif Nectar bars? They're like Lara bars -- just fruit and nuts. Both are wonderful.
I can now get cable TV channels on my Palm Treo. The question is: Should I?
It's true. I'm obsessed with Martha Stewart.
I am almost caught up with my backlog of photo editing. I'll post a recent favorite.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home