Response to Mr. TexanElf
I’m not ready for any retirement that requires I stay home all day because I can’t drive.
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So you’re saying you’re not ready for retirement? 😀
The above helpful comment created by my lovely husband. :p
Giggling at you with two pairs of glasses on, and a rotten foot, and the shits sitting around 😛
Good work on the projects!!!
You wearing two pairs of glasses to do needlework is very similar to me having to use a 5x magnifying mirror while wearing my 4x magnifying glasses half way down my nose to– get this– tweeze my eyebrows! I have to do the same to drain the occasional pimple, too.