Last week I was in Philadelphia.
Where
the bed was amazing.
The bathroom was classic.
The shower was big enough for a party.
There was an autographed photo of
Claudette Colbert on our wall!
I sat on the patio, wrapping birthday gifts while watching the Delaware River flow downstream.
The tiles were engraved with a black bass!
Sunrises were amazing on our patio.
Larry and I shared a 2 foot hoagie for dinner,
and
guess what was for dessert?
Then, much to soon it
It was time to go home.
***
It was difficult coming home.
I usually love coming home to our little cottage,
and cuddling with all things mine.
But, to be truthful,
I have hated this week.
Hated it.
Hot Texas days.
An unresolved problem with a friend.
Larry turning right around and going out of town for work.
{after he worked the entire time we were away, even though he took official time off. How incompetent can people be?}
Having many things to get done,
but not wanting to do anything.
The presidential race is a joke.
{please God, make it end soon}
Matilda is growing so fast that it takes my breath away,
and
I am left to wonder where is the time going?
Where is the time going.....
Just sign this,
Dosen't want to be home!
{love you, me}
