While the family sat glued to the television during the Broncos play-off game, the table covered with bowls of hot wings, jalapeno poppers and breaded mozzarella sticks, I wolfed down my salmon salad and tucked myself away in the craft room to attempt a blog post about the hearing we attended yesterday. It was difficult to write; I blamed it on the hooting and hollering, so I bundled up and went for a long, quiet walk in the single digit temperatures. It was just as challenging when I returned, and I may have bled a little too much onto the page. I’m not yet sure about sharing it, so I am going to sleep on it tonight.
In lieu of the post, I’m giving you a glimpse of Webster…the debonair part of The Boy With A Cat Named Webster equation:
Yeah, he’s kinda melted my “I’ll never have a cat” heart.
Grateful for this wonderful life,
Marie with a