Sit on the porch without no shoes
A-picking the bass Playing the harp and singing the blues … *
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lar ~ home
This week for chick<8000clicks>chick we stayed home. I’m wailing out of tune with Penfold on the left and djbeat is soft and cuddly on the right.
Want to play along? Leave a link to your vision of home in the comments or a trackback to your blog. Let us see where y’all keep your hearts and lay your hats.
* Clyde (W.C. Beavers, J.J. Cale).
PS: Obrigada berry much to DaddyP, nursemyra, Stinkypaw, St Jude, daisyfae, KPX and Emma for their comments on Preservation!
Home. When i moved from the family house of 20 years, i was a teeny bit worried that my children would miss the ol’ homestead. As we sat around over the holidays last winter, we realized that ‘home’ isn’t geographical for us. Generally? it’s the three of us hanging out together, wrasslin’ the big dog. Home is where the canine resides…
Yep, home is definitely not a geographical place. I lived in a city for more than 10 years surrounded by all my worldly possessions and never really felt at ‘home’. Now I’m half-way across the world with almost none of my stuff and I’ve never had such a strong feeling of being ‘home’. BTW, I think Mr. Pickles is one lucky dawg …
I hope he’s improved …… I still have nightmares – tee hee heeeeeeeee
Nightmares from a teddy bear … ?!?
Home is where my boys are: Hubby and Tobi
(http://stories-2-tell.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers-spring.html)
Funny how our homes are often based on where our furry friends are, there’s such great comfort in fur.
He’s supposed to be cleaning out the guest apartments, not doodling on the steps! How’s the en-suite coming along?
…just strimming the en-suite now…
Roman en-suites weren’t built in a day … :-}
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