I love these pink fairy roses in every season. They are June – November bloomers. Finally succumbing to a hard frost a few days ago, they all look much like the pinky brown tones in this image. There is beauty even in that.
Nice maple leaf photo bomb.
True Confessions ~
I needed to reschedule a hair appointment this morning. When I called to do just that, the person on the other end — not the regular receptionist — asked me what I needed done so she would know what time slot to slip me into. I needed my roots done and a blow dry.
But that’s not what I said.
What I said was, “I’ll need my roots done and a blow #%*.”
Yeah. A real Lucy moment.
All you could hear was G-Man
laughing guffawing in the background. Me going — No. No. No! And a weak giggle on the other end.
I asked who I was speaking to. Because when you say that to someone, you should know their name.
I can never go back there again.
And I should never be allowed to use the telephone before coffee.
Here be Friday.
I can’t even.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…
I’ll be the one having the tequila shots.