Sunday, May 29, 2011


I was driving, following my guy in his car loaded with stuff we're bringing from the condo to the house. About a seven hour trip, and we were maybe half way through it.

When he slowed, so did I. Then I saw a woman in shorts walking down alongside the road in knee-high grass. I immediately thought 'kid run away' but no little tykes in the road so I kept watching the roadside. Just as I got to her, she started up the bank to the road, and I felt a  thump.

Yep. I ran over the turtle she was trying to rescue. I feel guilty and sad but it's done. I am a murderer. Murderess.

Not a good day.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


Yesterday my guy and I drove up into the N GA mountains for a wedding. Since we were so close, we stopped by Mercier's Apple House in Blue Ridge and had one of their mouth-watering fried pies.

Then we went on to the business at hand. Gorgeous weather, glowing bride, beaming groom, and a beautiful backdrop. What more can you ask for a wedding?

Some cute attendants, of course! And in case you didn't notice them in the first picture, let's look at them again.

And don't forget the reception. Ah, that fabulous food! Some of us -- forgetting waistlines -- pigged out. The wedding cake was a work of art, but the groom's cake was a trout. And it was either hated or loved, depending on the person viewing. Bet you can guess what the groom does in his spare time.

So. Congenial people, happy couple, and good food in beautiful surroundings. A day well spent.

Friday, May 13, 2011


So nice to look out at my neighbor's flowers. Living on the coast, sometimes we forget how pretty north Georgia is!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


So my guy put in a cat door. Now the cats can go out on the screened porch whenever they like, right?

Not exactly. If you stand and hold the flap up, they'll go in and out. Otherwise they stand at the regular door and meow plaintively, waiting for someone to let them in or out.

My sweet guy keeps wanting to open the door for them.

I say they'll learn.

Saturday, May 7, 2011


My crit partner and regular commenter here just signed a contract with MuseItUp Publishing! Not sure when the ebook will be out, but it's a historical/romantic/paranormal called GARNET GALE GETS HER MAN. The ghost in it makes me laugh.

Nan can think of awesome titles. Her romantic mystery ebook, PESTO PACKING MAMA, was a bestseller for Champagne Books while her current release from Whimsical, MERRY ACRES WIDOWS WALTZ is a darker mystery.

Yay, Nan!

Thursday, May 5, 2011


Visited Lowe's the other day to buy bedding plants, patio ferns, rope for a cat scratching post, poison ivy spray, and all the other little things spring means you have to have.

Saw a man standing around looking lost. A salesman asked if he needed help. "Not unless you can hurry up the wife," he said. "She's still looking. Might be another hour or two."

A little later, another man came to the front with some shrubs. A salesman offered to help him. "Just waiting for the wife to get done looking."

Eyeing some pretty lavender-like plants, I heard my husband in the checkout line with our cart. "Go ahead," he told the guy behind him. "M'wife's still looking and I don't know how long she'll be."

Is it just me or have men become more patient? Or are they more patient at a home improvement store than they would be at, say, a department store?

Sunday, May 1, 2011


If it's blow, blew, blown
And know, knew, known,
And grow, grew, grown,
And throw, threw, thrown,

Then why is it not
Mow, mew, mown,
Or sow, sew, sown
Or snow, snew, snown
Or tow, tew, town?

It's a wonder anyone can learn English as a second language!