I knew it would come, the day that my men would find their true loves – the day that the desire of their hearts would be nothing more than to lay in the grass with their beloved, hold her, and whisper to her the words that are meant only for her ears.
Why Don’t You Just Marry Her?
And now that day has arrived. Time sure does fly, huh?
My gallant men are no small potatoes on the dancefloor either.
The boys AND the girls can dip just as well as any of those turkeys on Dancing With the Stars.
This one's a little coy though.
Some girls are like that… they want to be chased.
My guys insisted on having a picnic with their ladies.
I insisted on handwashing, which they thought was "totally lame" (when did they start saying that?).
Yes, well, salmonella is lame too.
And on that appetizing note, I'd like to direct your attention to the upper left corner of the page.
You'll see there a new addition, "From Our Home to Yours." In that space, I hope to give a little back to all the generous, encouraging, talented, inspiring folks who frequent these parts.
So far, there's a quick-link reference to our recipes, because the boys and the girls all agree that every party is better with food.
On the days to come, I hope to add similar pages for family projects and whatever else I can dream up, so keep your eye on that corner 🙂
Happy New Week to you, one and all!