This weekend was all about (way too much) delicious food.
Many moons had passed since we last got all of the girls together and hit the big city for a night on the town.
People have been asking if I’ve had any unusual cravings since I’ve been pregnant. For the most part, no. But recently I have been salivating at the thought of anything oaty.
Rolo thinks he is a human, worthy of every human experience. He likes to sleep in the king size bed, under the down duvet, with his head resting gently on a pillow.
Last week was National De-Lurking Week, a time when readers who secretly browse blogs are encouraged to come out of hiding and comment to make themselves known.
It appears that I am now able to view my old comments. Weird. Owell, no use complaining about a good thing. I am glad that the words of you, my devoted readers, are once again accessible.