Yes folks, its 11:30 at night and I am chowing down on some frosted flakes. Oh, and I am having a glass of cabernet with it. Who says cabernet and frosted flakes cant go together? At least its not 8 am and I washing my cereal down with wine.
I had every intention of coming home and taking pictures of my new project, a crocheted afghan for Luke and blogging away. A few glasses of cabernet and I am writting about Frosted Flakes. The wine makes me lazy, that and the fact that I am looking at Dale in the big comfy computer chair and thinking that me, the blankie, and Peanut need to join him doesnt help. Its one of our favorite late night rituals.
Not too much has been going on. Luke is away at his dads this weekend for a funeral. (Lukes step-grandpa passed after a couragous battle with cancer). Dale and I also went, but Luke wanted to stay with dad (aka "the fun one"). I know its hard for Megan (Lukes stepmom) to lose her father, especially since her mother passed from cancer about 5 years ago. I feel for her.
Enough with the sadness though.
I hear the red, comfy computer chair calling my name. Its a call Im gonna answer. Good Night All.
Picture of my afghan. Im still working on it.
