Although Sophie is my mouse-catcher, I've decided she's all braun and no brain. On a cold morning, while Stella is cuddled up on my comfy bed...
Sophie is in the cold, hard bathtub.
I have a handy-man in my guest bath right now. (Didn't think he'd appreciate me capturing the moment on camera.) In an old house, you always assume that what should be a quick fix will become a major project. But in this case--just the opposite. I feel like it's Christmas!
I love it when my son calls me in the middle of the day asking me to pray. Yeah, it usually means there's a potential crisis of one kind or another, but it also means that he knows Who is in control, and that I talk to Him often.
What happened to Spring? I'm really over this 40-degree weather already!