or, was it the nice warm blanket?
I was hosting the cousins and sisters and Mom and Dad in my 1930’s home. I had intended to cook dinner for everyone and after changing out the bathroom faucet, althewhile wearing a flouncy moo moo (I have EWN’s on my mind to finish) and tiara.
Rusty, in her matching moo moo with wrists wrapped in peridot, finished the faucet install. Dad didn’t feel I could do it.
Then I adjusted my Norwegian Sunset tiara, and went in to dinner
wearing my articulated choker reminiscent of Mom’s now in posession of Amy Johanna.
Observer of detail, writer of lists, and archiver of accomplishments.
...yeah, so the gmail account.... decided on for many reasons which include constant misspelling of both my first and last names integrated with a nickname that relates to the translation of my last name in Norwegian (Ya, I'm 1st gen American) as relayed by my Dad: Vei=way, berg=small mountain. So, you have: "a way or path through the mountains such as a goat herder would take". So Bruce said: "so, i should just call you "goat girl" then. :)
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