You see, I had made this plan to start posting blogs about the Sunday meals that are built in my house on, well, Sundays!
I’ll let you in on a little glimpse of a more personal moment in our lives from yesterday evening.
My dear husband corrected me upon reading yesterday’s post, Wandering Windmill’s Mishap in Cripple Creek.
So, listen, I learned something during our Cripple Creek/Victor Narrow Gauge Rail Road train ride this morning.
If I may just humbly introduce you to Michael and Aaron. They are regulars at the Starbucks store where I work.
My sweet friend, Michelle, happened to be at the Colorado Springs Balloon Classic last Monday morning with her family at the same time that I was there with my family.
I asked Logan who he played with at recess yesterday over last night’s dinner. He said he played with a bunch of the boys….
While visiting with some friends the other day, our conversation somehow took a journey to our favorite parts of the John Hughes classic film, The Breakfast Club.
It was a banner day for Wandering Windmill today as his adventures brought him down south to the gates of the Colorado State Fair in Pueblo.