My Bad

Last night my 'ex boss' and his wife came all the way from Mt. Airy just to take Gary and me out to dinner in appreciation for all of our hard work in the years we worked for him.  He gave us a beautiful card and once again, thanked us for our efforts and hard work.  My boss and I didn't always agree on how our office should be run, so we did butt heads more often than not.  But there were never any hard feelings.  Personally, he was always good to us.  We showed him and his wife our new office, and they wished us good luck and blessings on our new venture.  

Of course, he will now be our competition...  

So..  let the fun begin!  

Slowly but surely, things are coming together.  A few snags, but nothing we can't deal with.  The biggest snag is our 'ear guy' who promised to be here next week to carve our ear - he now says he might not make it till August!  He didn't even bother to call and tell us that!!!!  So, I found another guy who is local and he's going to come and assess the stump next week and hopefully it will get done by the time we open for business.  

Yesterday I hit the yard sales, trying to find a big basket because I'm putting together a free gift for a drawing for our grand opening.  I saw the perfect basket as I sped by a sale on a busy highway, turned my car around, hurried back to get it, only to see some lady grab it up and proceed to check out. I thought I heard the Lord whisper in my ear, 

'go home' - so I did.

 Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.  I wished physical harm on a poor , sweet woman who purchased a basket that I wanted at a yard sale. My bad.  

I pray everyone is having a 

safe and fun holiday weekend!

Happy Independence Day!!

Dear Diary,

I've got the itch.  There's talk of a bath.  And Mom keeps singing a silly song to me...  and laughing.  It goes something like this:

Do your ears hang low?

Do they wobble to and fro?

Can you tie them in a knot?

Can you tie them in a bow?

Can you throw them o'er your shoulder

like a continental soldier?

Do your ears hang low?

Do your ears hang high?

Do they reach up to the sky?

Do they droop when they are wet?

Do they stiffen when they're dry?

Can you semaphore your neighbour

with a minimum of labour?

Do your ears hang high?

Do your ears flip-flop?

Can you use them for a mop?

Are they stringy at the bottom?

Are they curly at the top?

Can you use them for a swatter?

Can you use them for a blotter?

Do your ears flip-flop?

 Do your ears hang out?

Can you waggle them about?

Can you flip them up and down

as you fly around the town?

Can you shut them up for sure

when you hear an awful bore?

Do your ears hang out?

I've had enough of her nonsense.

And I think it's time to run away from home.

The problem is...

Mom won't let me.

Humph!  Gracie.