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Have a safe Monday Peeps! ✨✨😎

You can be…if you want to be… your happiness is up to you. Add a little gratitude and joy to your daily routine and see how much better it can be. ❤️🍁💫☕️ Coffee of course. ✨✨

Sheba, glad you and Poppy are feeling well enough to walk. For some reason I had a stomach ache yesterday and went to bed early. Fine today. It was another day in the high 80’s. I expected my hike to be miserable, luckily there was a little wind and it was a great hike.

Have you had your flu shot yet?

The Heidi Daus “Big Critter” Crystal and Enamel Double Ring 704-853 arrived. It’s an interesting piece. Can only be worn on the left hand. Never had a ring like this, must be hard to try and design for so many.
Saw someone selling a bulk set of rings from a hoarder buyer of jewelry from HSN, QVC etc. Her note was it was too overwhelming to sell pieces separately. I will be skipping the purchase but thought it was interesting. It was also a great deal price.

Another Sheba look? Love the sweater!

The faceless models are spooky. I say cut the top and let it fall as a scarf.
But too each his/her own.

Peace Out Peeps! Have a safe and warm evening. ✨

Still a wee bit under the weather. 😎✨

@oodiebom,

Still fighting this cold almost there. Have a very nice evening and please no lifting.

Under Pressure
Song by David Bowie and Queen

Mm, mm, bah, dah
Mm, mm, bah, dah
Mm, mm, bah, dah, dah
Pressure, pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two, puts people on streets
Bah bah bah
Bah bah bah
Di dey dah
E day dah
That’s OK
It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
“Let me out”
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Deh deh deh
Bah dah bah bah bah
OK
Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days, it never rains, but it pours
Di doh a doh
Di di bah bah bah (Ooh, ooh)
Do bah
Beh lah
People on streets
Di dah di da dey
People on streets
Di dah di dah di dah
It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
“Let me out”
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, high
Pressure on people, people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence, but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
But it’s so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love (love, love, love, love)
Insanity laughs, under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for the people on the
Edge of the night, and love dares you to
Change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

Smooth Operator
Sade

He’s laughing with another girl
And playing with another heart
Placing high stakes making hearts ache
He’s loved in seven languages
Diamond nights and ruby lights high in the sky
Heaven help him when he falls
Diamond life, lover boy
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start
No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale
Face to face, each classic case
We shadow box and double cross
Yet need the chase
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold
No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

West End Girls
Song by Pet Shop Boys

Sometimes you’re better off dead
There’s a gun in your hand and it’s pointing at your head
You think you’re mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there’s a mad man around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a West End town
In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
In a West End town, in a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
West End girls
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
Which do you choose, a hard or soft option
In a West End town a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
In a West End town in a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
Ooh, a West End town, in a dead end world
East End boys and West End girls
West End girls
You got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait ’til I get you home
We’ve got no future, we’ve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From Lake Geneva to the Finland Station
In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
Oh, West End town, in a dead end world
East End boys and West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
(How far have you been?)
Girls
East End boys
West End girls