Yesterday I was feeling a little blue.
OhmahWORD. There are no words to convey just how barftastic this Christmas has been.
There is an old steam train in Summerland that travels along the Kettle Valley Railyway.
Growing up, my family always had an artificial Christmas tree. We’d hang tinsel on it, our cats would eat the silvery strands and the next morning we’d accidentally step in piles of hot cat tinsel-barf.
This weekend we celebrated Steve’s dad’s 70th birthday.
Things may be slow here on the ol’ blog, but they are racing past at warp speed in real life.