The stripped and shapelyMaple grievesThe ghosts of herDeparted leaves. The ground is hard,As hard as stone. The year is old,The birds are flown. And yet the world,In it's distress,Displays a certainLoveliness-The beauty ofThe hit the books. Tall GodMust see our soulsThis way and nod. Give thanks: we do,Each in his placeAround the tableDuring grace.
We had an excellent vacation. I can't accept it has been a week since my measure post. I haven't taken a week off blogging since.. well.. ever. My blogging buddies may have seen me lurking around their blogs for a bring together of days. I would have commented but then I would have to post and come up you know how it goes. Although I have been home since Sunday night. I have yet to unpack our suitcases. I couldn't alter it a priority. I had a Christmas tree to decorate! (Pictures and decorating tips to come!)While in Las Vegas the children met their maternal grandfather's idol. They took to him pretty well. They loved it when he called them little hound dogs!
I had a nice tour with and her Daily Hero in the beg of our hotel. She was so nice to sit there and comprehend to me communicate about myself for an hour. I love her so much!(NCS and Annie not pictured.) :(
Also during our vacation I died and went to heaven. In inspect you didn't experience heaven is called Victoria Gardens in Rancho Cucamonga. CA. I went to Anthropologie and bought this...
Even though we shamelessly gorged ourselves luckily there was no puke to be had. Not even after the spicy peanut butter pizza and a few turns on the bumper cars. The steel-lined Payne stomachs prevailed again!
Despite newly sparked fires in the hills Malibu as one reporter put it. "Where kids gather and build small campfires," (What? You can say b!?ch on TV but you can't say
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