Laughing here. The latest hot water bottle burns are mere scabs. Or so JC says. I should tape a copy of this to both bottles to remind me of what might happen. Thank you, Jean. Is it from a stamp or is it a jpeg?
The stamp looks better on an envelope than online. I touched--
thinking hoping it's embossed. You changed my mind about these.
What an interesting souvenir for Pedestrian Day. Dodson, D., do people really walk the length of the Golden Gate Bridge? There's an actual bridge-walking fiesta? I'd walk it! What a cool way to cross over. The ticket number is depressed. Tres cool, dude! Thanks for giving me such a teachable postcard. I learn something new every day.
I like the elk. They follow each other nose-to-tail on all the nature shows they're in. And their call isn't what one would expect of such a strong, strikingly "masculine-looking" animal. They bleat. They're beautiful. Thanks for the double dip, Dodson. What a view, too.
Cynthia, where do you find your stamps? Lovely stationery, too. I saw the collective bargaining postage on Mystic. I think. I added them to my cart, the phone rang, there was a long-long-long conversation. I wonder . . . Nice placement. Such balance! Thank you.
This is . . . Pardon me while I check the thesaurus for something that better than amazing. Okay. This is a mind-blowing, jaw-dropping, stupefying postcard from Mim's the Word. Why can't I see the world this way? I am too pedestrian, that's why. Thank goodness the world has a need for people like me. Thanks Mim. Both sides are amazing to me. You have serious scissors skills too.
Sweet Piglet! Thank you, Anna. Purple and gold. Colors of royals and the J. H. Rowe Tigers.
Write more letters, indeed. And I will.
Write more letters! Postcards are good. Notecards have more room.
"Downton Abbey's" Lady Mary is now Letty in "Good Behavior." What do you think? Rose went on to fight vampires while wearing sheer dresses with Empire waists. Which reminds me. Have you seen "The Royal Tailor?"
I finished this a little while ago. It ended on a note of hope.
I found my little seed on the floor. The second is missing. I will plant my little seed and fertilize it with hope before I cover it will soil. It looks like a crowder pea, huh?
I clung to enough hope to fuel my desire to pick up pen, and ink, and another practice sheet. The day will come when I'll be good enough to address an entire envelope calligraphically. My problem is still believing I can master anything I set my mind to. With a
little whole lot practice. You know? Great expectations are simply Hope with a longer name. Truth is, I read this: Ink Flourishes, and it turned a little house of hope a towering mansion. Thank you, Heather.
Until then . . . this'll have to do. My hand is steadier-stronger-surer. So I'll write on. And hope.