Bridge of Flowers

This afternoon, I got to spend some time with The Writer's mother, fondly known as Morning Star. Well, fondly known to herself anyway. Despite the fact that I believe she hails from either Ohio or North Carolina, Morning Star has taken to consider herself Hopi Indian, and is actually on her way to a pow wow this weekend to sell her native wares.

You can read more about Morning Star here

Oh yea, and to carry on with the disturbing theme of the week-The Writer decided to change after her bath but leave her bedroom door open partway without my knowledge. Then, she called to me to ask me a question so I walked into the living room (where her bedroom is off of) to answer, and was caught of guard when I got a full frontal of The Writers chest.

I can only hope these shenanigans end, like, NOW. Put some dang clothes on, and shut the DANG DOOR WRITER!

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Thankfully, a walk through town while at work today reminded me that even with all the crazy, the town where I work is absolutely beautiful!

Here are some shots I snapped of a famous landmark, the Bridge of Flowers