Tolentreasures

Looks all warm and fuzzy, doesn't it?  Soft and warm and cuddly?     In retrospect, everything I worked on yesterday had this look. Soft and pastel, fuzzy and warm, Even this painting, finished up in the AM, not my normal colors, but soft and pastel... Well, it didn't fit the mood of the day, believe me.   Hang on, because this is the brutal truth. I was mad. Mad at the World. When I get mad, I cry. Attempted to go to church. Barely holding it together, it was a bad decision.   Sometimes, I really believe that church attendance is not always a good choice.   And it wasn't.   I tried, quiet tears kept flowing....   until.... JWS looks at me and says, "If you didn't have Jesus in your heart right now, you would take off that high heel and drive it right through someone's forehead, wouldn't you?"   See, he gets me!   Slight chu...

Or otherwise known as Things We Didn't Learn in High School   We will start with Jennifer's Math, just because this was so darn funny.   Our daughter, Jennifer lives next door. She is pretty much our "go to" person. She shoulders a lot of responsibility for things for us. Oldest child, calm in the face of chaos (normally) she was a huge help through her grandmother's illness. She checks the house when we are gone, she oversees the shop for us, you get the picture...right?   That all being said, her math skills? Not so good.   So picture this. JWS and I are settled into our recliners. Normal is once again somewhat happening at our house. (It's only been about three days though so I am not getting my hopes up) Jenn comes through the door. Something is wrong.   She has watched Dr. Oz and she is panicked. She wants to call the doctor. Not Dr. Oz, mind you, her doctor. She thinks that she ...