It would be nice to be married to a good man and have children, those little May and good-man, jrs. running around. Of my own bearing, or adopted - or both - I'd be absolutely tickled.

That was kind of a side thought.

Tonight I have to write about my thoughts singing one of the hymns yesterday at church. This photo has nothing to do with that:



I didn't have a poodle skirt, but Gaby had a cute scarf in her hair, and she wanted a photo of our scarves. 
This is way before the police busted us for disturbing the peace. Or uninhibited fun but no contraband to show for it.