I have been busy all morning thinking I was not getting anything done, then not getting anything done. It is not easy being me, but it is mildly entertaining. I pause in my inactivity for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. It is frigidly cold out today, as it was yesterday. I ventured out yesterday and intend to do so again today, to go to the Elks Lodge for some fellowship and perhaps a glass of wine. I will bundle up.
Look how chubby my cheeks are!
The coat I am wearing used to be Steve’s, although he rarely wore it. He was more of a jacket guy. One of our rummage sale finds, I think. I do not remember where we got the hat, but it is one of those hood-like things that wreaks havoc on your hair-do. Luckily, I rarely do my hair. The scarf is one I made, using up several stray balls of yarn.
The reason I took the picture is that a friend posted a selfie on Facebook of him with a winter hat pulled all the way down over his face. Then he put glasses on and took another picture. It was very amusing, so I got inspired. I posted the above selfie and told him to eat his heart out. Then I said it was just kidding; it was not a competition.
I guess that little story is no reason for me to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. Never mind. It is a blog post. I’m posting it. Once again, I thank you for tuning in.
Mohawk Valley Girl 