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Cute Shoes

See this really cute hot-pink shoe? The one it took me a whole 27 seconds to decide I had to have when I saw it.

I wore it shopping this weekend (which may not have been the best idea I’ve ever had in regard to the future ability to walk normally – at least normal for me).

Evidently hot-pink three-inch wedges are hard to miss.

I’ve never had so many compliments on a pair of shoes. From sales clerks, other shoppers and service desk employees, I heard “Cute Shoes!” so many times I think I was floating on cloud nine.

It was awesome.

Especially when this girl used to wear only flats that closely resembled something your great Aunt Hortense would wear on a day she really needed to be comfortable.  Arthritis tends to suck the fun right out of footwear.

But I could not resist these shoes or the desire to wear them shopping. Despite the barely noticeable limp today, I’m so glad I did.

What is your favorite pair of cute shoes?

Happy Father’s Day!

That’s my dad and your truly in the photo above. I wasn’t so fond of getting my picture taken, even back then. Even less now. But you really don’t want to hear about that today.

Today is all about dear ol’ dad.

My Daddy and I got along famously while I was growing up and he is still pretty special in my book.

So today, I’m posting links to a few recipes that my dad would thoroughly enjoy. Among the many things we share, a sweet tooth is right at the top of the list.

Berry Crisp

 

Homemade Ice Cream

 

 

Lemon Meringue Pie

Chocolate Bundt Cake

Make your dad something special and see if he doesn’t appreciate and love it!

Happy, Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there.

She Who Likes Her Daddy, a Lot

Dracula Lilies

Last year I wrote all about the Blooms of Death that invade my backyard around this time of the flower blooming season.

Well, the wretched things are back and in full bloom.

It is my opinion that they are:

1. obscene

2. disgusting

3. smelly behind anything imaginable. If you’ve ever smelled a dead rodent imagine multiplying that smell times 100 and having it waft in your open windows.

Captain Cavedweller, on the other hand, thinks they are fantastic. Of course he would.

She Who Can’t Wait for The Blooms to be Done

If you’ve read my blog at all you have probably gathered from my ramblings that I like roses.

A lot.

As in they bring me ridiculous amounts of joy. They make me smile. They draw me into a wistful state and leave me floating in  blissful summer dreams.

We’ve had not only an unseasonable amount of cool weather but also some vicious wind that wreaked havoc on my poor roses.

Entire branches were broken off, poor little buds were beaten without mercy and I’m not convinced the two escaped convicts (aka the neighbor dogs) didn’t use them as some sort of sadistic demolition course.

I was surprised when I went out and found several roses blossoming despite all the challenges they’ve faced this spring.

Unable to stop myself, I cut a bouquet and brought it in the house where the scent led me into a somewhat euphoric state that Captain Cavedweller had to push me out of – at least long enough to make his dinner.

She Who Loves Roses