hmmm when you said your ss likes modern fabric thought for sure it was me, especially since she lives in a small town.....but I`m so dang far from the Ocean....I`m much closer to James Bay.........lol

My eyes say..."thank you" for the gorgeous picture!

Well, I now have something to add to my SS box. A kitten! My Tabby had 4 babies Sat. Anybody want a kitten? I'll be giving them away when they're weened.

Hint for the day: You have mountains in your state.

Sounds nice! Let's all go visit her next summer. If she can dig a hole deep enough to hold all of us, I'm sure we'd be welcome.

Princess Tink would love some playmates! I told her you were coming and she decided she needs a bit more beauty sleep before playtime. She is stretched out on her back on my pillow.

Thanks for that picture Dreamer...I love looking at the leaves, just hate raking them.

Don't be sending any kittens MY way. Heidi is not too fond of them, would try to remove the squeaker.

The real Santa Claus is magical and statistics don't apply to him. :)

Please note: This is my opinion and in no way does it mean to cast suspicion or doubt upon those who may or may not have done actual research, regarding the abilities of the typical person or persons, acting in the role of the Santa Clause. My opinion is my own and in no way reflects the opinion or opinions of person or persons, other than myself. :)

I have a funny Santa story from when my kids were little. Youngest DS was about 3 1/2, maybe 4 1/2 and we were having a discussion about Santa. Our family never made any big deal about Santa, so I was trying to explain to him that at one time there was a Saint Nicholas who delivered gifts to the children of his village, etc. So a couple days later the neighbor boy was over playing, the same age as my DS. All of a sudden the kid ran home screaming, "I'm telling my mom!" Shortly the phone rang and the neighbor was on the phone asking what went on, that her son came home all hysterical crying that Santa was dead. So I got my DS aside and asked him what happened with Bradley. He says, " It's time he knew the truth. I told him Santa was dead." The boy was always and still is, a person of very few words, and doesn't waste them. I still laugh at that, but the neighbor didn't think it was so funny. I learned then that kids take things so literally, that we have to be really careful how we word things.

I second that. I am keeping her in my prayers.
Hugs, Phyllis