Oh SNAP!
Time got away from me. The little monkey is on Spring break and I am working like a dog in my job this week.
So......what can I write about?
Well, my husband got the monkey a tennis racket and that caused me to go and dig mine out of cold storage in the basement. I use to play tennis all the time but then life got busy and the racket went where so many pieces of my former life went, down in the basement. Isn't that a song? Actually, it is one of my very favorite Etta James songs.
Speaking of Etta....this is my most favorite song that she did. Thank you Etta and Dr. John.
This is what I would call a truly spontaneous post and a bit of a brainstorm.
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