For the record... this is a picture and not a pitcher as the label seems to suggest. I read it aloud when the mover handed it to me and he replied "That is one way to spell it." Do you think it was Clare/Clara, George or the mumbling lady with an unknown name? I am rooting for Clare/Clara aka The Bomb Dropper!
Our bed after the movers unpacked everything... while attempting to clear it off last night I had a small mishap. We obviously have to make use of every inch of storage space. So I was standing on a bench trying to fill the top of the closet with all kinds of 'bits and bobs' when I cause the bench to turn over. According to Chris, I collapsed like a folding chair. On the way down I managed to hit by elbow and lower back before smacking the back of my head on the edge of the box spring. Chris came over and I asked if I was bleeding and he replied with a chuckle "yes." I started to panic and then Chris said he thought I asked if I was breathing! I sat on the couch for most of the night with a bag of ice on my throbbing noggin! I woke up this morning (thank goodness!!!) with a very tender head and some serious bruises. I also have a killer head ache... I guess that is to be expected!
This picture does not do the living room justice... It is literally covered in stuff even now as I sit in the cafe drinking my skinny latte and typing this blog... it is a mess! Oh well... it can wait!
Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!!!
Until next time!
~Hugs and Kisses