Now as to the Airedale haire (haire as in hair, crazy Airedale people spell anything 'air' as "aire" and I am most definitely a crazy Airedale lady, times three.) When I got home today Harry decided that my pants should match my jacket and rubbed all over them. I ended up with quite a lot of his haire on my pants and couldn't find my lint roller, so I was covered in cat and dog today.
Ruffled blouse: Dillards
If you are older, November 22nd is a date that cannot be forgotten. On 11/22/1963, I was 11 years old and sitting in gym class at Westlawn Jr High when a teacher came in and announced that President Kennedy had been shot and killed. We were all horrified. Like 9/11, no one who experienced it will ever forget the day. It was rather like our innocence had been taken from us and nothing would ever be the same again. We sat glued to the television for days watching the events unfold and a funeral procession unlike any other than perhaps Princess Diana's. Most of you were probably too young to remember that day, but I will not forget and feel sad about how the world changed that day.