Showers

Whooee. One inch of snow shower has closed the world all around us. Kids everywhere are rejoicing. There is no need to go out any further than on my balcony to enjoy the view. It surely is pretty first thing in the morning.

Whoopee. One of our unclaimed blessings has been claimed. Married her a man, she did. Now her feet can stay warm at night. A two-inch shower is planned.

Whopeedoo. A three-inch shower was given yesterday for the expected fraternal twins: a boy and a girl. Thought our administrative assistant was going to have to pay for the cake. I had decided to not let her do that and was going to split the cost with her. A last minute reprieve from the manager saved us both. Big crowd attended – more than for bingo, even. One of the great things about the over 60 crowd, they don’t have enough breath to ooh and aah over every opened gift.

BTW, the baby shower was for our Chef and his beloved. The three showers are neither connected nor consecutive.

AsA

Have you heard about the agnostic, dyslexic insomniac?
She took a sleeping pill and felt much better.