Running out of fuel

I think I'm running on fumes. I had to drive to Forrest City this morning and spend a few hours at the tax office waiting on Centerpoint Entergy to come and turn the gas on. It was a tad cool in there so I kept moving by pulling some files that I needed to get information from. I'm sure you are wondering how such a routine activity could keep one warm, but if you'd had a receptionist like I had one year, you'd know. ( I once offered to write the alphabet down for her!!) A gal can only take so much of the seek and ye shall not find and then she becomes flushed from frustration!

Zach came home with his art project.



That used to be a 2 liter cola bottle!