Okay maybe not. It would be too hard for you to read.
Son #1 is at a family reunion this week.
Here he is getting an award for principals list - all marks over 90.
He wore this ugly yellow hat last year too.
Here he is, also getting a principals list award.
He was really proud of himself.
Last week a bird flew into our window and died. He (Son #2 ) picked it up and buried it under the cherry tree because "I know they love cherries, mom"
He showed me the 'gravesite'
"I said a few words" he said.
Here I am pitting cherries, I need a hair cut.
Story of my life - sigh.
I wonder if The Husband got cherry juice on the camera. He'll do anything to get out of pitting cherries.
Or picking raspberries.
This is the sweet cherry tree three weeks ago.
There is also a sour cherry tree in the front that is covered in cherries and while I picked about a thousand pounds of them yesterday I still have another thousand pounds to go.
I 've tried to give them to neighbours but they look at me like I'm trying to sell crack.
Even the food bank does not want sour cherries.
but no cherries.
Back to my bad typing skills.
I thought if I didn't learn then I would not be stuck at a desk.
That plan didn't work out so well for me.
Not only am I at a desk but I fight with the keys every day and sometimes end up with words other than what I meant them to be.
Today is not a good typing day but it is a lot better than the time I sent a mail to a client.
I proofed everything except his name.
When he received the mail he phoned me
'Joy, one must never leave the G out of the name Angus.'
I turned him into an asshole.... shhh don't tell anyone.
I was embarrassed and he was a good sport.
... and I never think of him without changing his name.