Where DID you get that hat?

This afternoon, I'm sitting in my office at the Old Military Barracks and who should come in the door but Edie Syd. En guess whaa? She brought me the most beautiful hat. In fact, it's so lovely I had Jan Christian take a photo and I'm actually going to upload it. Bragging. Yep. You bet I am. Sharyn called down and wondered aloud why she had to keep complimenting me. Rhonda said that not only did the hat look great, but it also hid a piece of my face! Anyway. I just love it. Thank you so much Ede.

Duane is back, back, back

After leaving home to live at the eastern end of the Island in his brother's cottage, Duane has decided to come home. Oh no. That's right. I made him! So the first photo shows the dining room table, seconds after he walked in the door.
He then thought it would be a great idea to make a milkshake. He's here trying desperately to get the message across that he's not going to use up all the milk. Of course he is!

Friend Dylan has also arrived home with Duane. I have had the pleasure of seeing neither of them for at least two months. The pain of parting. The sorrow. Nope. None.

The intensity of studying the labels to know exactly how to make a chocolate/caramel/strawberry thickshake to perfect proportions.

Yep. And mess. Lots of mess