One day, last week, LuAnn and I went into town to blow off some steam. There were no parking spaces anywhere on Main Street, so we parked in the back of Hull’s
We marched right in the back door and found the place buzzing with people busy trying on clothes. We did the same. So much new stuff in the store. I hadn’t been in there since May or so.
LuAnn trying on something that looked interesting on the hanger and in this picture from the front, but then she turned around and the whole thing just didn’t cut it any more.
See what I mean? And do you see what I see? 😯
There are always the cutest socks at Hull’s
cute jacket, a little too green though
I like this coat
Mariah’s mom, Maren, of Hollywood fame … heehee
Then we went to ” 419 ” – the coffee shop a few doors to the east.
So one day, a few weeks ago, LuAnn and I were on our way to the Trick Dog for coffee, when we came across this painter. He painted the Tackle Box. We asked him where his gallery is – “in Glen Arbor” he said and how much he gets for one of his paintings – “several thousands of dollars” was the answer. LuAnn apparently didn’t hear that, so she invited him to come and paint her place, heehee. After we were on our merry way again I asked her where on earth she would scrape up that kind of money, we both had to laugh.
Who the heck do we think we are? Mrs. Fooffooffnick?
I lost his card, I cannot remember his name.
His gallery is in Glen Arbor next to Ruth Conklin’s store!
Go see him and his paintings.
~~~Once upon a time there were~~~
Marc on the left, Tyler (a.k.a. George W.) on the right
They were the sweetest things under the sun until
they grew up to be 15.
How lucky were we to be able to stay home and watch them grow?
But still, somewhere something went terribly wrong.
They grew up to be spoiled 😯
Yes, I admit it I enjoy doing everything for them and now, apparently, it’s payback time.
After running around all morning, my cellphone rang.
I looked to see who was calling me –
“Ah yes, a very important call!” I told myself…
I am sitting about 40 feet away from him.
I on the computer in my messy office and he in the hammock across the driveway, right there by the sandbox, outside my kitchen window.
He’s asking me to bring him his “shades” and a pillow for his head.
I took a purple pillow to him and he placed his beautiful
although swelled head on it.
What is the moral of that story?
Of course, please know that when I ask them to do something, I get lucky sometimes and things get done 😉