First off, I will end the conundrum of why your dear Sarah isn't posting. Normally, one would think Wisconsin is a nice little northern state, known for it's cold weather and mild storms (storms in Wisconsin are very mild compared to those in Texas).
I'll have you know, on one of these "mild" thunderstorms, our dear Sarah was sitting nicely in her house. And to her shock (literally) the house was hit by lightening.
Let's just say, she's fine, but Mr. Computer seemed to take the shock too hard, and thus the burial will be tomorrow.
xxxxxx
Skipping through wildflowers, on a summer day. Running through rain showers, when it turns to gray.
When everything is a summer day, we tend to skip and laugh and have a fantabulous time. But when things turn gray, our life seems to go upside down with it - and we let it stay that way.
Hear ye, Hear ye,
Lest you wish for body sore,
Beware the ogre inside the door
I tend to be grumpy. The above poem I composed to put on the sewing room door, lest I be disturbed. I like to dub grumpy people, "grumpcakes" - - you don't want a slice of them. Their cousin is "Oh, I wish I was an Oscar Mayer Whiner."
Think about it. There's no excuse to be down just because things go wrong, if it happens to be raining in your life, just carry an umbrella.
Hello there! My name is Bethany, crafts is my name, boredom and uncreative were my names. You can find me skipping through wildflowers and sewing (photographing too) surrounded by my lovely family and holding a small candle too.
