I wish I was home, I am working. But lately I am not sure what is home and what isn't. I spend so much time with my clients, it's maybe like living with grandparents. I twisted her arm to get her out to go to the salon. One thing that is nice is that it's peaceful at work, besides the loud tv, or when she is in one of her moods. I do get to sleep. Not everyone can say I sleep at work. Or should admit it.

At my real home, the one with the mortage payments to remind me that I own it, there is some really pretty roses that we grew from sticks. We are pretty proud of them. They would look so much nicer if the front yard got mowed. haha. I won't do it. But if my guy knows what is good for him, he will do it. :) Bye for now.