Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Another B.E. Tuesday
These are the sad-sack Barbies I told you about last week. Mine is a little over 50 years old, Erin and Amelia's (which were also treated rather unkindly) are no spring chickens either. They and their equally pitiful outfits were scattered all over the bed. I gathered up all 6 or 7 of them and their clothing and deposited them back in the "treasure chest." Then I moved Bryce Eleanor into a more customary alignment with the bed.
After weaseling some Sweet Tarts out of me so I could brush her hair, she was ready brave the icy winds this morning.
Stay warm today. Are you braving the snow and ice and blizzards that have much of the nation in its unrelenting grasp. I feel like a wimp shivering in our merely cold air.