Remembering Jill

I am taking a moment to pause and remember my dearest and best friend Jill, who sent me my "notification." I knew it was coming and exactly as expected.


I can't blame her. Look at this guy. I would elope with any guy who has hair like that. **This is a stolen photograph.

Give a loved one a tomato.

Tonight's sunset. Guess what song would be playing in the background on this e-card.

Stephanies is OCS: Obsessive Compulsive Swede. For an evening out she came prepared with: 1. Swedish jacket, 2. Swedish meatballs, 3. Swedish Jam, 4. Swedish crisp bread (multiple kinds), 5. Swedish game = Kubb, 6. Swedish friends, 7. Swedish candles, 8. Swedish reading material including magazines and newsletter, 9. Swedish candy...and I think I am still forgetting some things.


You don't see me complaining about having to eat Swedish meatballs and relish in the fact that Steph has done all of the hard work.


My Swedish blood doesn't run near as deep as Steph's and she triumphs again in a game of Kubb. Just trying to remember if I have ever won.