The Whistler's Dream

Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...

Random Fluffy Foto!

Random Fluffy Foto!
Writing in bed, and Beka editing by ear. Really. The ear typed some letters. Really.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Day 6

Today, Vicki discovered that sometimes things come in forms that don't fit inside the little cubby hole, such as 6 coupons for hugs. (And, that also satisfies her curiosity about where all that cardstock went that I was printing on...)

She has been enjoying her daily gifts... Now, that seems like a "duh" statement. But you have to know Vicki - she lives in the world of data and computer and manipulation of information. The warm, fuzzy world of a 25 day Christmas stocking is not something that generally makes a major foothold in her psyche. It's not that she doesn't appreciate it - it's just that it tends to get put in it's place along with the other 5000 or so other things that she's running through her head at the same time. And, I understand and accept the fact that, most of the time, my wife's attention is divided into so many pieces that you can't even see the pie anymore - and yes, that does include attention for her hubby. ('s ok - I know where her heart lies. :-D ) So, for this (admittedly) small thing to make an impact on her day-to-day thought processes is something indeed. :-D

To quote the ever-profound Hannah, "good times indeed."

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