What will it be like to wear a real bra again?
I’m dreading that because sports bras are now my life and my preference.
Can we ban underwires for eternity?
As I’m writing this there is a set of cardinals frolicking in and around the oak tree outside my office window. Chatting, eating worms. (better not be my butterfly caterpillars!)
One morning, a few weeks ago I was out walking the yard with the dogs while sipping a cup of coffee; the sun had come up and was kind of blinding me as I looked towards the back of our property.
Up in a cypress tree, there was a LOT of chirping and movement; I could see the outline of about 25-30 birds.
Since the sun was in my eyes, at first I couldn’t tell what flavor they were.
It took me a minute or two and I realized they were ALL cardinals. A whole conclave of them congregating before they started their day.
I always have several around the yard, but I’ve never seen this many at once.
You know how people like to say that Cardinals represent your loved ones who’ve passed?
Well, that morning a large portion of my Ancestry DNA was visiting me; the whole fam-damily.
*I looked it up after first writing this today and a group of Cardinals is referred to as a college, conclave, radiance or Vatican; when I first wrote this I referred to them as a SLEW of cardinals. I’m so slewpid.*
I refer to my critters as ‘pumpkin’ and ‘pumpkin pie’ way too much.
Max, Callie, newly eclosed butterflies.
My mom used to refer to me as her pumpkin when I was a kid; I never got it.
Apparently, now, I’ve GOT IT.
My other overused love phrases are sweetheart, boo-bear, sugar britches, sweet cheeks,
What phrase do you oversay?