I'm back . . . with more tales of wine and frivolity! To tell the truth, not a whole lot has changed for Dr. D and me in the last two (has it been that long?) years. I guess that's a good thing? We are a lot more involved in our local Episcopal church activities, and we still eat, sleep & breathe Ole Miss sports. Our families' health situations have fluctuated, but all are currently doing well. (Excuse me, while I go knock on wood.)
However, at the moment, I'm hobbling around with a broken toe. A 5 lb weight fell on it and, sadly, I wasn't even exercising. Stupid accident. But Dr. D taped it up, and brought me wine, so I'm going to be on the mend in no time, I'm sure! He knows how to cure what ails me! I feel better already. So there's your answer - wine cures a broken toe, apparently.
The heat of summer has descended; Memorial Day weekend is here! So pool time will exponentially increase, I hope. As you know, I am a sad-sack when it comes to high temps and humidity. So all I want to do for the next three months is . . .
hat's not Lemonade she's drinking, just sayin'.
If you want to believe that's what I look like, by the way, I'm okay with that.