This evening, it became quite apparent that my old refrigerator did not survive the shock and stress of the week without electricity. In the weeks since the power returned, there have been some strange noises here and there, but today it was really bad. I realize now that it was the death rattle.
Rest in peace old friend. Thanks for all the ice cubes and keeping my dairy products cold.
I wanted to take a moment from the pre-ComFest frenzy to wish my brother a happy birthday. He's in Tokyo, so we didn't get to celebrate with him this year. Hopefully next year we can. I love you, little brother!
Happy Birthday to my mom!!! You are the best, and I thank you for everything you've done for me over these years!
Here we are around...oh, I'm guessing 1973. I was a very bashful little girl at times, so my face was often buried in my mom's shoulder or leg. Boy, do I have a death grip on Mom's bow! (I do like the calico and the cuffs that I'm sporting here. Hmm, I bet I've got some saddle shoes on as well...)
