As I am new to your blog, and seeing the boxes and map at the end today, I assume you are moving??? Bring me up to date...thanks
I am moving back to my hometown after living in Fort Worth for four years. Will be writing about all of this soon. It is quite a story of God and His redemption in my life.Blessings!
Thank you and I look forward to hearing all about it.
I don’t want to interfere with your moving plans, but have you explained to Hero, wit a map maybe, that he will be moving to a new State. And that people there speak with a different twang than in Texas. Not as refined as speaking posh in England maybe, but different all the same.Did you tell him that dogs in Louisiana bark in a different accent? And when he stands by a tree to relieve himself he has to raise his hind leg at a different angle so as not to be recognised as from out-of-town.The neighbours left us their dog once when they went on holiday. The stupid creature could not understand a word I said. It was a French poodle.His name in French was Stai. When I took him to the park he was totally confused when I said, “Stay, come here. Stay, come here”. He did not know whether he was coming or going … or staying even.I like the way you have labelled every box. What a clever idea. I have many boxes in the loft and the garage and none have been labelled. I can never find what I want. God bless.
Oh, Victor, you crack me up! Hero, The Texan, will be fine! The only difference in the twang is the we they say Ight here in Texas. Imagine saying write very slowly for right and you get the idea. As for the labeling of boxes, sometimes OCD is a really good thing!Blessings!
LOLOL Victor!!!! hmph...boxes...you should of seen our "mess' when we were packing to move here to NY. I am so excited for you, smiles. Can't wait to hear all about it...I assume you have a moving truck lined up? Love ya, Lulu. smles
The story is coming! Yes, I have the movers on standby! Organized chaos is a good description!Love you, My Friend!!
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