(I think to better understand small stone number one you must understand our Friday evening sleeping arrangements. Back when we first arrived in Abby and hadn’t bought furniture instead slept on the floor, Friday evenings Victor insisted to bring all of our mattresses to the living room so we’d all sleep together. Unfortunately (according to me because I’m a grouch and dislike moving things) the tradition has continued a year later.)
They’re up now.
My nose has been poked.
“Get up we need to get your mattress back to your room.”
“Come on Larissa, get up, get up!”
Split pea soup.
Powdery Cayenne pepper.
Traditional winter fare.
Must finish chapter.
The Wealth of Nations.
Dreaming over houses.
Debating. Wondering. Hoping.
E-mail the realtor.
If you aren’t participating, you should. All the cool people are.
And also, this. You have ’til Tuesday to add your links here: PARTY!