Thursday, November 27, 2008

memories

When Rod came home after work last week with these in his hands you could have knocked me down with a feather and I automatically clutched my stomach because he's not really the flower-buying kind of guy and now my kitchen smells exactly like it did in my hospital room every time I gave birth.

2 comments:

Mary Ellen said...

I've just read back through many, many of your posts and really enjoyed your sense of humor. I live in the US and have been wanting to read some blogs from other parts of the world. I love to hear other's perspectives on life.

I'll be back!

Andrew Scott Turner said...

Friend of Mary Ellen's here, and I agree with her.I most enjoy people with great, ironic senses of humor. I also LOVE your photographs. I can't take pictures, but don't hold that against me.