This little tag was on one of the very kind gifts that the parents at work distributed. I took it off and put it…somewhere. Doug found it and put on the arm of “my” chair.
Susan posted that she had eggs available from her gang of chickens. I expressed sadness that she’s so far away. Susan says that Adam is in town, and maybe he’d be willing to take them. Which he was. Now we have 12 eggs fresh out of the chicken.
The camera doesn’t quite capture how very shiny these pants were, so you’ll have to use your imagination. And apparently, silver pants are all the rage these days. Too bad they weren’t my size.