Whatever Happened to Baby Alfalfa!!
That's what I looked like this morning trying to rush out of the house before the workers got there. My curling brush blow dryer was packed in a suitcase at the church and my hair was stuck on a Little Rascal's rerun channel. Hey Hair!
If you want to channel something, why not Farrah Fawcett???
My eyebrow brush is MIA and I didn't notice till I drew a nice arched brown eyebrow on each eye. I scared myself this morning. I look like a mess. The dogs ran away from me. Honestly, how do people live while their house is being "purtied up?"
I am so thankful to this congregation. They saw a need and got right to work on it. We will be homeless (once again....flashbacks to after seminary life) for a week, hopefully not any more than that, and several members have graciously offered their motor homes (it's great living in a retirement city!!!!). I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
Enjoy your Thursday, Grainiacs. I'm off to make a shake. I got off my routine on Monday with all the packing and moving to the church and being sick. Yuck. Still finding my "happy," I am always your
Baby Jane Alfalfa, Strawberry
P.S. Pansy, you were right! It is Alfalfa. Sorry I doubted. ;)
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