Much like our local paper, it appears my post last night was riddled - simply riddled - with errors. To wit:
1. "It's Purple HULLS," Joe yelled out after reading the blog last night. OK. Purple Hulls are vining out of control in our garden. Not Purple Hulled peas. Regardless, most of you have never heard of them before. Darn yankees.
2. After putting in print the reasoning for naming Blaze the Bunny, Joe did some research. Apparently, the blaze mark on a horse is more like a line down said horse's nose. Our Blaze(s) has/have more of a spot. Which in horse lingo, would be a star. So, Blaze's spot is not a blaze, it's a star. Except really, it's a spot. Did you follow that?
3. When I joined Joe in the basement last night, I realized that I'm much more likely to rock out to Bon Jovi's You Give Love a Bad Name than Living' on a Prayer. Oh yeah, I can rock.
More later this week, I promise. I still haven't filled you in - that is, that 3 of you who weren't here - on the family extravaganza that was Corrie's baptism.
"And you give love..... a bad name...."
1 comment:
Good to read you again. We, also, have not been good bloggers lately..or picture takers of Lexi. We seem to be averaging 6 a month. Total.
Hot here too so we know what you are going through!
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