burgie bogie

my dog is licking my armpit and my husband is asleep after a long day of work and casserole. the house is the cleanest it has ever been, the herbs have been planted in the garden and my next door neighbor hauls fertilizer. The garden is going to be awesome until it dies. Garments are really hard to find, almost as hard as jobs in idaho.

My head is spinning with applications and resumes and re resumes and re re re resumes. And I've got to sell my car.

And go to the gym.
Pray that the casserole stays where it is supposed to.
(not my thighs.)
on a treadmill.

The guest bed is finally made so if you ever want to come visit
then you should.

I make a mean green bean zuchhiinne (it rhymed) spaghettine casseroline.

love jacque line