O: Roses and thorns. I go first. My rose was when you left me at school, and my thorn was when you picked me up.
We have been up at 4:45am almost every morning. The laundry is piling up. The house is mess. O has been sick all week. P is teething. Jim has been insanely busy at work. I am trying to catch up on everything I put on hold to open a show. Even the unflappable brown dog seems to be a little out of sorts.
this happened today.
So, roses and thorns. But mostly roses.