The Culprit
Well, it may have been a dead mouse that seemed to whet Hopee's appetite. Meanwhile, she's embarassed about the business of having poopy drawers and her human mother inspecting her 'deposits' outside. 'Hope'fully she'll be a somewhat improved tomorrow.Joleen, when my husband was training on his last aircraft...747-400...he trained in St. Paul. I flew there for the first week to get him settled in the Marriott and while there visited the most wonderful quilt shop, with Pat Cox, that overlooked a lake north and west, I think it was, slightly from Minniapolis. Might this be the one? That retreat sounds absolutely perfect with someone else doing the work and meal planning.
It's nice to see so many posters...we all think our lives mightn't interest others yet, going onto the board in the middle of the night last night, it was like walking into a room full of friends.
Rosey
posted by RoseyP @ 6:00 PM
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