International Dateline.

On Saturday, Daughter #2 and I headed for the U.S. border.  We like to shop over there once in a while and it's not too far away from where we live.  Here's the border crossing:

If you believe that I've got some swampland in Florida for you.

It's just a sign.

No, here it is.  The towns on either side of the border are divided by a river.  When we crossed the bridge, #2's cellphone changed it's clock automatically.  Suddenly we were a whole hour younger.  Amazing!  These days you need a passport to enter the U.S.  We handed ours over to the U.S. border guard.  Usually they just ask you where you're going and how long you'll be there.  This time, we got the third degree.  He wanted to know what relation we were to each other, what we did for a living and our astrological birth sign.  Sheesh, we hadn't even bought anything yet, we were on our way over,  Mr. Man.  Then he wants us to pop the trunk for heaven's sake!  What do we look like?  A pregnant lady and a middleaged and still beautiful matronly type.

I guess you just never know.  And I didn't have my press pass either.  That would have showed him.

Barbers Beware!

Calamitous clipper catastrophe cover up.

This is not a mug shot.

Stop the Presses.

Daughter #1 gifted me with something special  for Mother's Day this year:

Now, where do you suppose this will get me?

Just Checking In.

Hi All,

Some of my regular blog readers have been wondering where I've been lately.  I'm only sharing this with you, Gentle Readers- I have a job!  Outside the home!!!  It's not permanent, just a  Top Secret Government Job which should be finished by the first part of July.
So, I've been a wee bit busy, job training, working and still my work at home.  I don't have a lot of time to blog but I'll do my best.  I'm trying to visit everyone so you will see comments on your blogs.
Carry on Peeps and I'll get here when I can!

Meanwhile, have an orange on me.

Another Post in Which I Have Nothing to Say.

It's 7C here today.  Are we living in Australia for heaven's sake?

Last week I read a book a day just to see if I could.  Unfortunately, I could.

There are too many birthdays and special occasions here at the LC in the spring.  Being wined and dined is exhausting.

My husband endured severe ridicule in his workplace for not getting me a Mother's Day gift.  He says I'm not his mother.  I'm not.  I hope.

Daughter #2 knows what I like.  Three British decorating magazines!

Said daughter now has a baby bump.  So cute.

Daughter #1 gave said daughter flowers and a card for Mother's Day because she is a mother in waiting.  How sweet is that?

Sassy is still away on her vacation training trip.  She must be a slow learner.

The garden will soon be awash in Forget Me Nots.

And that's all I have to say about nothing.

Happy Mothers Day!

Broken Item of the Week...er Century

Why oh why did I come up with this Broken Item of the Week silliness?  I was poking fun at my husband because he is was the major breaker of things in our household.  Well, I guess he gets the last laugh.  Remember this blog post on my beloved family heirloom the Grandfather Clock?

It stood stands so majestically in our front entryway.

Notice the wonderful patina.

The clock face so lovingly restored by my husband.


Today, I decided to be Susie Homemaker and do some cleaning.  I know, it's a shocker and look what I get for my labours.

Yes, in living colour here is the damage.

Shattered glass. 

Emma surveys the destruction.

The clock came all the way from Scotland with my ancestors in 1764.  How could this happen?  I don't know.  I was just standing in front of it vacuuming the floor when all of a sudden it keeled over right behind me. 

Don't worry, Gentle Readers, I'm all right.  Just a glancing blow to the shoulder as I dived out of the way.  I'll be okay.  The clock, not so much.