Warm Soup

Some people are like fresh bread- the aroma fills the house.
And some people are like stale bread.
Ouch. I could lose some skin rubbing up to the likes of this one!

I want to know what Love is!

Love says,

I'm warm tasty soup!
Dip each piece of bread in me.
I leave 'em so drenched
You can't tell which is which!

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I made my first copied painting! I never thought I'd do it. But I did.

Would you like to see a picture of my grandmother? Pop-Pop had this painted of Nana when he was stationed in Japan at the end of WWII. They were 18.





Steve and I are in Beaufort! God bless it. As you can see, Steve's had a lot of business to attend to, so I'm not sure he's been able to relax just yet. We walked along the beach today and bothered the sand pipers. They're so funny! They snuggle together on the sand, standing on one leg. If you come near all the tiny sandpipers hop away... on one leg. It's ridiculous; these waves of mini birdie balls bobbing along...

They have round fuzzy white bellies.
I want to tickle them.

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Right smack dab in the middle of town
I've found a paradise that's trouble proof
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two
Up on the roof
Have some soup