I was feeling blue as I took down my holiday decorations. I will miss my tree, it smells so good and looks so pretty. Every decoration on my tree has a wonderful memory. In the middle of all this, I get a phone call. It is from the mother of one of the marines we had over for Thanksgiving. She was calling to say thank you for the photos we sent her and to let us know that Josh was home for the holidays. The first thing he did was ask to see the photos and he kept his favorites. He told her that was the best day of his life. That snapped me out of my sad funk. It was such an honor to have him join us for dinner. I called Steve, mom and Aunt Selma to tell them of my wonderful morning phone call. Poor Aunt Selma was so sick.
Hopefully in the next day or so, there will be changes to this blog lay out. I found a few skins and sent them over to Lili, she found one too. And in true Libra fashion, I can't choose which I like better, so I'll let her choose for me. I kind of like the darker one better, but the "angel" has horns. It's bad enough that people automatically assume I worship the devil because I'm a witch. Hell, I don't even BELIEVE in the devil let alone worship it.