
The first time I watched my husband make a sandwich, I almost fainted. He managed to put half a pound of lunch meat, and a small salad in between two slices of bread, and my eyes popped wide open the next day when he added cheese to it.

The first time I watched my husband make a sandwich, I almost fainted. He managed to put half a pound of lunch meat, and a small salad in between two slices of bread, and my eyes popped wide open the next day when he added cheese to it.

One day my husband came home with two little folding tables, at least that’s what I thought they were. I put one in our living room, right beside the window and used it for some of my favorite plants, the other one went in our bedroom and was used for magazines and books. They were just the right size.

My husband is out of town and I spend some time on the phone last night, talking to a good friend of mine, who lives a few hours away.
We had a lot of catching up to do and we talked for a very long time. “Are you still blogging?” she asked and I told her about some of my posts that I have written lately.