Just drifting around

I’ve always had a thing for driftwood. It’s pretty. It’s old, dead, used, dried. And still pretty.
I have several small pieces that I would bring home from the beach or from a walk near the beach.

A while ago while out on a boating day, the Coach stopped at an (almost) deserted stretch of beach that was covered in driftwood. My heart almost stopped-so much pretty driftwood in one place.
Most of it was still connected to the roots and huge, but we did find a few smaller pieces.

This one is right at home on our upper lanai area.
Will you look at all the lizard poop there? They think this is a public restroom-the NERVE!

This piece is really pretty and it actually belongs to my friend Kelly. She forgot to take it home last time and I’m keeping it safe and sound in front of my giant milkweed plant…there’s a lot of butterfly and bee activity in this little garden area.

I can’t wait to go back and get some more interesting pieces. Isn’t nature pretty?

How to celebrate 28 years of wedded bliss without committing murder

May 25th, 1991 was the day the heavens opened up, the angels swooped down and we said our vows in front of our family, friends, Minister and perhaps some future ex-cons.

It’s been a really fun ride with some ups and downs, but mostly ups. I’m not a big fan of heights, but I’m persevering the high highs.
People sometimes ask how we’ve got along so well for SO long (34 years) and I always say, “it takes a lot of patience.” (for the Coach) I’m a piece of work and he’s simple.

We were discussing something the other day and it was along the lines of me being a bit high maintenance. (I’m really NOT that bad, but we both have $$ taste in some ways)
I said: “you didn’t know what you were getting into.”
His response: “Yeah, I didn’t know you’d need to go from the Trailer park to The Four Seasons.”

Whatevs. I once saw a trailer park named The Four Seasons.

So what did we do to commemorate 28 years?
Well, we were both pretty excited to make our first batch of homemade dog food. For Callie. 
(in case you thought it was for us)
And yes, she loved it!

Then we went to a graduation party for four of Coach’s softball players. We had a pretty low-key weekend as Coach is recovering from some sort of bizarre infection in the dermis layer of his knee. He’s supposed to take it easy.
Suz’s first party selfie. 
I never find cute stuff like this that fits my shape. 

I took that pic in the bathroom of the party to share with Lolo and Lindsay as all three of us are obsessed with rompers and jumpsuits.
I asked the Coach before we left the house: “Can I wear this and get away with it with my almost 52-year-old legs?”
His response was stellar:

“Yes, you look fine.”

Honestly, he’s lucky to be alive today.

Happy Tuesday Y’all.