The Next to Perfect Sunday.

This past Sunday was nearly next to perfect. In the words of Hermonie Granger, “How can it be nearly (in her scenario headless) perfect?” Okay let’s rephrase that. It was a perfect Sunday. I had the day off. I usually work on Sundays. I know I am such a heathen! No worries, Papa and I have a pretty good relationship. We’re all good. I had … Continue reading The Next to Perfect Sunday.