Happy Weekend, Dear Readers!
Someone is about to cause quite a stir over here at Morning Coffee. It seems that Jackie is trying to invade our java hut. She’s planning to post over here next Thursday, and I must warn you. She’ll probably bring her teapot and china teacups. Probably serve Earl Grey, or some other such nonsense.
But I must admit, I’ve already read her post, and you are in for quite a treat. It is well worth sipping tea for one day. She even offers up spiritual crumpets. I have no idea what crumpets are, but they sound very British, don’t you think? All in all, it is quite generous of her to guest post for me.
Considering the fact that we dumped their tea in the harbor, and all.
For those of you who haven’t met Jackie . . . well, she is beyond description. Mother of five. Girls. Wife of one lovable and exasperating husband – sound familiar? And her blog, Mother’s Pride, will leave you in tears. The funny kind.
So, I dedicate *this song* to Jackie, who is sure to shake things up over here.
In other news, we have had quite a week here at the Brumbaugh household. Dad is home from the hospital, and doing quite well. Thank you for your continued prayers.
Goldie the Betta fish died yesterday. Funeral services were held in the bathroom (that’s the loo, for all you Brits out there). Now we have a new Betta fish. His name is Goldie.
Next weekend, my son will star in our community theater’s production of A Year With Frog and Toad. He plays Bird #3. We are so proud of our little thespian. No autographs though, please.
Once again, thank you for all your prayers and support during the last few weeks. I love you, every one.