The comforter I bought for $22 at Target is too hot right now. So I went looking for another quilt and there it was at TJ Maxx. It's called Sanibel Island. There was only one sham to match though on clearance. So I bought it in case I find another in Altoona or Greensburg, et al.
Other than that, a busy day of just getting my ducks in a row. That's what grading is like when a session ends. WT time, and then meeting in the morning, then right back at it.
Sorry I'm not better company this weekend. Carly and I walked into a restaurant today and the windows were very dirty. I looked at her and said, "Boy, they need Tim up here." Tim is Rene's husband in Arkansas, a brother who will figure prominently in a couple of my stories when I get time to tell you. At any rate, our favorite line from that faux "you might be a redneck" Foxworthy routine that goes "you might be a JW if you..." is the one about "you might be a JW if you wash windows for a living but you own seven suits."
The world is a lot cleaner where we are.
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