A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Here’s HR shopping for Fourth of July headgear while showcasing his gay Apple watch band, two necklaces and shiny wedding ring, standing in front of menswear at Target.
Why am I always just SO behind the scenes?
Marveling this morning at the joy and many moods of PURPLE.
“All the other colors are just colors, but purple seems to have a soul – when you look at it, it’s looking back at you.” Uniek Swain
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything
Robert and … mansplaining. Here’s HR in his gay Smirnoff t-shirt at breakfast, left hand either furtively hiding something he doesn’t want me to see or gesturing awkwardly, as he drones on and on about some trivial topic or other. If I remember correctly (and don’t hold me to it, my mind often wanders/wonders), I think he was painstakingly explaining to me how important it is to double check the forks and spoons after washing them (our dishwasher is ill right now), since I tend to just let a little drizzle of water touch them before tossing them in the dish drying rack …
Walked into the bathroom of the newly opened Java Burrito restaurant a two-minute walk from our apartment here in Historic District Savannah.
Saw this …
I decided to believe it.
You do too!
Strolling through Warren Square (one of Savannah’s 22 beautiful squares) this evening, Robert and I came upon this Cool Cat sprawled in the sun on the evening grass.
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.” – James Herriot
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a silly/terrifying blue-haired wooden Easter chick thing, eerily close to some Spanish moss on a tree trunk, showcasing his gay watch band, as well as both his little squirrel necklace (remember HR’s nickname is Squirrel) and his bear necklace (don’t get me started on that). Oh, and of course, a children’s playground in the background.
Yesterday I had an appointment with my dermatologist. I checked in and had to wait. And wait.
Quick run to the bathroom.
“What a pretty mirror,” I thought. (Who else even thinks to take a pic of the mirror in your doc’s bathroom?! Anybody? Anywhere?)
Then I was called back to Exam Room #3. “Take everything off except your underwear and mask,” I was instructed. I quickly obeyed. Then had to wait.
From the now chilly exam table, I spotted another mirror. “Hello,” I waved (to whom I’m not sure).
Still waiting, I sort of drifted off. (It was early morn, after all.) Woke up to yet another mirror.
Wouldn’t you think there would be fewer mirrors in a dermatologist’s office instead of more? We know we have skin issues. That’s why we came! Why throw it in our face (or other body part)?
Do normal people simply wait patiently until the doc knocks on the exam room door to announce her arrival?
But what fun would that be?
{Reminder Note: At next therapy session, ask Rubi if Mirror Obsession Disorder is a thing.}
1. An incredible lunch: Chicken pot pie at Pie Society, Ellis Square, Historic District Savannah. With HR and ex-wife Donna.
2. A washing machine. And a dryer! Do you have that incredible pair? If so, I invite you to pause, take a moment and thank God (or whoever/whatever) for such a Glorious Blessing. What would your life be like without them?
3. My husband HR …
… who gets on my LAST nerve sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
4. Ridiculous jokes I share with grandchildren.
5. Hope.
I HOPE your weekend is peaceful.
NealEnJoy 