Welcome to Three Thing Thursday, where you share three things and I share three things. Any three things at all. Or any thirty-three things.
Do you think it's possible to squeeze any more "th" words into one sentence? I'm starting to sound like Sylvester the Cat.
I'll go first, but if you were here I'd let you go first.
Ready? Let's begin.
1. The daffodils are in full bloom now; they're everywhere and they're gorgeous. I was going to
So no Farmers Market for us.
2. Daffodils always make me think of my grandfather, the retired Brigadier General, who was a commercial grower in his later years. Most people called him The General. We grandchildren called him Gus, which was his first name. (Actually it was Gustave, but since that's also the name of my mother's beastly goose, let's not focus on that technicality.)
Don't you think it is odd that grandchildren would call their grandfather Gus?
3a. Gus had very, very bushy eyebrows that were so long they looked like awnings. Unfortunately, thanks to the witch's brew of hormones that attack all females as they approach
We won't talk about the other facial hair. Thank you.
3b. Yesterday I arrived home feeling gleeful and refreshed after the most enjoyable day at work. I did four loads of laundry, and the Chesapeake Bay Children even helped me!
Then I prepared a delightful supper which they thoroughly enjoyed. Not one single ant showed up at the dinner table, in spite of the fact that this and all other houses in the entire 23076 zip code appear to be built on top of the world's largest anthill. Afterwards, Chesapeake Bay Son and Daughter dutifully scampered off to clean their rooms. I think I even heard them whistling.
Then I won the lottery.
Now it's your turn to share three things or thirty three things about anything you want. If you can't think of anything, tell me about a memorable April Fools prank.
Click here to read my favorite April Fools experience.