Well, the news isn’t slow, but the photo is what it is.  The Thanksgiving Breakfast Buffet was a big hit at school, Lloyd is at his Fun Night with the middle school children. (He co-ordinates an evening of games & dancing. I won’t go into it because he’ll probably want to write about it later.) It’s 9:40 and he won’t be home for at least another hour.
I’ve been sitting around the house, occasionally cleaning up, and trying not to fall asleep out of supportive guilt for Lloyd. Here’s a picture of my lap. The shoes are my expensive, but foot-saving Josef Siebels, which I pray look better when I stand up than they do in this picture. The uke is staged, but the harmonica isn’t.
(Who are we kidding? It’s staged, too.)
Those shoes look remotely familiar from E-bay, I believe. Yes, that was the Josef Siebels on Schindlers List. You know the one from whom the Nazi’s removed the shoes before turning on the gas! Nice taste! 🙂
HA! Lauren has a dead man’s shoes.
Very funny. Soon I’ll be wearing YOUR shoes, dead man.