The Lil' Black Dress

For what seems like a very long time I have wanted a Lil black dress! I found one that is my taste, fit my budget, and I love the way I feel in it! O I feel like such a woman. I am so excited. . .So excited. Now if I can just find an occasion to wear it! One of these days I will model it (LOL) and let you see it. But for now the pic to the left is the one I indulged myself in! I LOVE IT.

I Wish. . .

I wish. . .My mornings did not start at 3am

I did not have to work to make money (ha on that one)

My house stayed perfectly clean for at least one hour after I am done cleaning

I was able to blog and say exactly what was running around in my head

I wish. . .My heart was always happy and my lips were singing happy little ditties(is that a word)

I never got angry at my kids or my husband or even the dog for that matter.

My Bible would be my favorite reading material.

I found joy even in cleaning up a million bbs my son spilled just because he is my son.

I wish. . .I knew God and never disappointed Him! How I wish. . .

And it rains and rains and rains. . .

Yesterday was one of those days. . .I had two bushels of grapes waiting to be done. . .apple butter that was begging to be made. . .kids who needed their faces washed and their lil noses kissed and all I wanted to do was SLEEP. I tried everything to motivate myself but all to no avail until like noon. . .I am ashamed to admit the lil girls still had jammies on, (so did I). Outside rain kept falling. . .

Do you ever have these days? I even gave my husband an angry glare when he asked what was for supper. Probably did not have very much faith of anything good coming out a wife that hair was aflying and ugly old pjs were adorning her body!

Then out of nowhere I was like--"Jo, this is crazy. . .I popped some music in and got to work and amazingly my day turned out ok. . .I did one bushel of grape juice concentrate (14 quart), got the apple butter simmering, made LaVell a fresh pot of coffee. . .

Believe me not every day has this good of ending. . .