Tuesday, August 3, 2010

this morning

I keep waiting for you to be on the other side of the table, sipping your coffee.


  1. That's my squeaky chair. I think we're supposed to live near each other. We'll have to do that again. If not soon, maybe in retirement... when we can be Blanche and Rose. ;)

  2. I think you're right. We so need to be retirement buddies. You're one of my few friends I could live with. ; )