A little while back I told you I wanted to buy some of my Christmas presents from other bloggers’ online boutiques… If you are interested in encouraging fellow bloggers, and want some examples, you can visit my original post here. This morning, the doorbell rang and I rushed to see what Mr Mailman had for me……… Continue reading Mr Postman…
But… For some reason, my tablet’s tantrum seems to be over. I say seems because I know how very dearly Murphy’s Laws hold on to me. I might wake up tomorrow morning to the same “let me kick you out every couple of minutes” glitch, but since I got home from work, everything’s been just fine.…… Continue reading I wouldn’t want to jinx myself…
It wasn’t the lies that were killing me, softly. It was the fact that you thought I believed them…
Why would I bet 100$, that this is not the artwork of a Miss? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
She was most truthful just before turning in relating more than just a random thought or two, She didn’t mince words hiding them from the day passed, what she wanted to say not standing on precedence nor worrying about stepping on toes, She was most truthful just before sleeping telling me what, she wanted…… Continue reading Her Truths… – Notthedane56
As Wayne and Garth would have said it… “Game on!” We are expecting from 8 to 16 inches of snow (20 to 40 centimeters). It just started, but I thought I’d share the view from my living room window anyway… More to come later.
My warm thoughts will never be enough. Good intentions are futile, in these sorry years. Spread the love, they said. Spread the joy… But it seems my action always come out short. At least… I tried. I tried….
She sat in silence, sleet drumming the beat of wintertime on her worn out windows. She sat in silence, hugging the warmth of her souvenirs, past. Holding in her trembling hands her two favorite photos, only witness to her story. Two almost identical pictures of them… Shyly leaning against each other. Same smiles, same sparkly…… Continue reading Before & after…
Sneaky season is over for you, kitty! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
How sad, the sight of a muzzled heart… Forced to silence when love just needs to sing out. Not even asking to be shared or given back… fettered into thinking it’s just mere balderdash… Oh, how sad the sight of a poor muzzled heart.
