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@sheba2011

Two games in a row with ref calls right near the end.😣 And that was a beautiful play, I was cheering. Oh well, seems like I’m saying that a lot lately.

Chilly here, 40’s most of the week.🥶 No snow predicted which I’m glad since I have a few gifts to drop off. Doing Christmas eve with mom and sis, Christmas day with SIL and her husband as long as no one is sick or any snow storms. If it was up to me, I’d chill on the couch the whole weekend.😕 Will save that for New Year’s eve.

Stay warm, I’m sure Poppy’s booties are out and by the door.🐶 Hugs to you both.🤗💖

@kittengirl,

Good morning in California Kitten Happy Holidays. 🎈

@shoelady60,

Good afternoon in the ‘burgh. I bet you can guess how we are feeling in OZ.
I will leave it at that it is what it is. My husband and son called BS on the REFS
and I had a little more to say. 😎

Moving along I hope this Monday is going great for you. Oz is very chilly.

Happy Holidays to all your family. 😉😘

Blowing a warm hug to you and Jake’s Canvas. 🎈💕

@taci,

Good morning in S California and I hope you are doing well.

Hubby and I both feed the cats last night and it was a cold night. We have to find
a way to help keep them warm. I have open our door for them to get warm but they
will not come in.

Say a pray for Oodiebom her husband is in the hospital just to make sure there is not
a problem.

Enjoy your wonderful hike today and as always Happy Trails To You. 🎶🎶

Don’t forget your Colleen’s Box. 😎🎈

@oodiebom,

Good afternoon I just read your thread from early morning and I am hoping for the best
with your husband. Hang in there Oodie. I love Babs never has she sung a bad song.
I want to read her book I did not know she had one out. I can sing this song from my memory.

Memory
Song by Barbra Streisand

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale, cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun

Let us know how things are going today Oodie.

@oodiebom,

OMG! I see you can’t catch a break I am so sorry for all this.

I pray there is nothing wrong with your husband. I am saying prayers.

@xango,

Good afternoon in Florida and please let me know how you are doing. I am hoping
you are getting around better.

I also know memories are flooding in your soul I dream of my father last night it was
wonderful. 💕🎈😎

@loaf,

Good Afternoon in Ohio and I am hoping this Christmas is a good one for you.
Kudos to your husband doing so well after his medical procedure. 🎈

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