For years, Dear Husband and I have talked about finding a bolt-hole for Polimom. My heart just needs a place with trees and mountains where I can hike for hours and disappear into nature. By definition, this “hole” needs to …
Every time a storm kicks up that might head into the Gulf of Mexico, folks in my neck of the woods start to hyperventilate. And twitch. And pack the cars. “When should I evacuate from Katy?” or “What can we …
I’m still wandering the roads of Cinco Ranch, wondering when my truck’s going to be back-ended by a raving anti-Obama madman (or woman). So far, there have been nothing but odd looks… but down the road a few miles in …
It seems a bit early to me. I was thinking more along the lines of mid-late March. Maybe you caught an early-bloomer.
~EdT.