Those Old Muddy Hills
Angus HeiferForgot to mention - because it had just barely begun when I was writing last night and I was hoping it would just automatically correct itself ..... RIGHT! FAT CHANCE!!!! - The dishwasher is apparently broken now. It's making a noise like a very loud garbage disposer full of broken glass. I turned it off for a while and then rearranged stuff and turned it back on - not fixed. We only have a few things left that haven't crashed but I'm sure they will. Is this the 80-20 theory? My first thought is how can I make Joe think it is his fault - you know - blame him for it first. Bonnie had sent this after I ranted about telling him it was nice he always had someone else to blame when something (everything) goes wrong: "I just finished reading "A Thousand Splendid Suns" by Khaled Hosseini. After reading your blog from Saturday I was reminded of a line from it. "Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always." HA! I love this one, Bonnie - Thanks! LOL. Well, I have a chance to do several things today and need to see how that's going to work out. Will let you know what trouble we can stir up, later. It's a beautiful day for anything we might try.
