For starters, how was your weekend?
Mine was alright...more on that in a minute.
But first, if you do recall, last week I did a post about the things we would talk about if we were neighbors.
And you liked it.
I got several comments and e-mails about it.
And seeing as how I'm a blogger who listens to her readers, I've decided to make this a regular weekly feature and linky party here at Lee, Me, and the Girls.
If you care to join in, which I so hope you do, just link your blog post back to mine at the bottom of this post and please either post my button or give a link back to my blog somewhere within your post so others can join in the fun too.
With that being said, here's what we would have dished about today if we were neighbors:
After the weekend I had, this morning would have started off with coffee....the strong kind.
As soon as our coffee was poured, I'd get right to business and apologize...again....for the fact that Libby screams like a banshee every time she takes the dog outside. I know this can't be fun for you....especially at six o'clock in the a.m. Thanks again for not calling the cops...or throwing things at her....even though I'm sure you probably considered doing both. Not sure what's up with her and screaming at the top of her lungs these days. Any thoughts on this?
We'd take a minute to talk abou the weather and how heavenly this little spring preview has been.
I'd tell you that it makes me feel crafty and gives me the urge to make things, such as this wreath which I hope to replicate sooner than later.
And it makes me wanna listen to this non-stop.
You'd take a minute to ask about the Africa shirt sales, being that you're thoughtful like that,
and I'd tell you my big news:
I met my goal nine days shy of the deadline.
Fifty shirts sold to help Kristen go to Africa this summer to serve in an orphanage.
And then I'd say that I'll still be selling them through March 1st, so if you know anyone who hasn't ordered yet, please put a bug in her (or his...guys like pink too, right?) ear.
And then you'd present me with one of these and tell me to wear it proudly:
We'd hug, because it's kinda my thing, and then you'd ask me if I've given any more thought to going back to work next year. I'd huff and say yes; I am in fact leaning in that direction. Although I still can't say I want to teach forever, maybe I'll give it one more go. And we'd drift into a conversation about how completely unrealistic it is to make twenty-year-olds decide the rest of their lives when they're barely even old enough to know who they are, much less what they want to do day in and day out for the next thirty or so years.
You'd just smile and nodd and say you've been there too, and then you'd say something to make me laugh.
And before you go, I'd ask if it's possible to O.D. on strawberries....because if so, Libby might just be in trouble.