Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Lord Rochester plays.
Rochester, nothing but the best for you and your musical digits. I think a bit of Rachmaninoff for my birthday instead of the usual tarty honky-tonk. I hope that's Black Forest Cake under that chocolate ganache and not mud cake. I'm not fond of mud cake, boozed up black cherries and cream with chocolate sponge get a blue ribbon from me.