of the big Sunday morning breakfast
is that I go to church--
and everywhere else after that--
smelling stridently of bacon.
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
That's actually an upside for some of us...
ReplyDeleteme too!! so funny, wreaking of bacon...
ReplyDeletelove being back to reading your blog on my google reader. didn't know you too had taken a sabbatical. (like me with technology)
Looking forward to hearing more about the book and coffee table book. woo hoo!!
LOL!! Love it!! Stridently smelling!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is Rita :)