This is what I see every other Saturday morning when I step out of my car before crossing the parking lot to work at the yarn store.
Someday soon I’m going to see if I can hurdle that fence.
(I’m not planning on having any more babies.)
((Wait. Have I ever told you that Jeff owns a pair of vertical strength shoes? What with the toe for a thumb and the vertical enhancement footwear, sometimes I feel like I married an episode of Seinfeld.)) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>
Hah! A double parenthetical!!
Does Jeff feel like superman in those shoes? They look like they could really make you fly.
Oh! That picture makes me doubly jealous! You work in a yarn store and you have that gorgeous view.
Wait, you work at a yarn store? How have I been reading this for years and never picked up on that? me = JEALOUS. But not really because I’d end up putting my paycheck back into the store and then have to figure out a way to pay the electric bill with yarn.
Beautiful!
Wait, where the heck is that yarn store? I may need some yarn, and that place has a better view than any of the ones I can think of around here. Fess up.
Wait – WHY does Jeff have a pair of vertical strength shoes? Does he actually leap tall buildings in a single bound? Is there something you’ve been keeping from us?
I love you for that last sentence.
THAT is purty