I guess it's also the time to throw junk out.
So you know what I've been doing.
Rescuing said "junk" (can you hear the Hubby groan?)
A cool wooden crate with a pallet-style bottom. There are two rows of sides and each side comes off and collapses. Cool!
And I just have to say a few personal words. Yeah, I know this is a blog and it's all mine and I can say pretty much anything I want, yet I know no one likes to hear (or read) about people's sad, boring lives. About their once-in-a-blue-moon personal little meltdowns. Well, you'll read about that now. Because I had one today. A meltdown. Not going to bore you with all the dirty little tid-bits, but it's wasn't fun. And I'm still trying to rise above it. And I would so love to talk to my Momma, yet she has a little to do with said depression. Because I haven't talked to her in almost a month. Because I'm too embarrassed to talk to her and tell her how much I screw up on something. See, I told you know one wants to hear all that.
So, I will end on a HAPPY note.
My son's Thanksgiving Project was to take an ordinary picture of a turkey and disguise him so that he wouldn't be eaten for dinner.