) did a fun post at the end of last week called "Where I blog". She showed us her cozy (plaid) corner and then asked us to share our "blogging spot" so here's mine, and I did it "Cindy Style".
I have a laptop so I could blog from anywhere in the house but I usually end up at the end of the kitchen table. I know you are all super impressed with my arrow drawing skills. What can I say? it's a gift.
I normally blog after the children have gone to bed at the end of the day, or sometimes when they are napping. If I sit down in the middle of the day it confuses them. They all stop what they're doing and look with a puzzled expressions on their faces. Then they say to themselves, "Wait. Mom's sitting down? That doesn't seem right? She must have run out of things to do. We should think of some more
things for her to do."
There you have it, that's were the magic happens. I'd love to see where you blog!
The garden has doubled, make that tripled, in size since the last time you saw it.
The tomatoes are starting to ripen and the cosmos are going crazy! I'll try to get out and take some pictures soon, cause I know you're all dying from the suspense.
One last random question. I was just wondering if there was a song that against your better judgement, you just love. It may be bad, cheesy, rowdy, tacky... whatever... but every time it comes on your hand automatically reaches down and turns the volume up. Before you know it your singing at the top of you lungs and people are looking at you funny.
I have a song like that, but I'm a little ashamed to admit it. You want to know what it is? Alright, but you can't laugh and you can't tell anyone, okay? It's.... "She thinks My Tractor's Sexy." There I said it. If we can't be friends anymore I understand. So what's you guilty song pleasure?
You can tell me, I won't laugh... much