When it’s 95 degrees at 7pm, a gal is justified in being less-than-herself. That’s where I find myself as I write this. I had wanted to tell you about some of my summer experiences. I’m hoping heat…
A Stranger In My House
Yesterday Mister and I were working in the garage. We were both wearing masks (a lot of dust was kicked up), goggles (a lot of stuff was falling from the rafters) and gloves (we have delicate hands –…
Ventura Ghosts
Remember the other day when I told you about a haint in my great grandparents’ old house? Not my only run-in with ghosts, friends. Several years ago, Mister and I were in Ventura, California to see the…