The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Bee-oo-tiful tempters! The sundown one reminds me of the first time Lorne asked me to marry him - in the summer of 1971 on Long Beach (west coast of Vancouver Island). So romantic, but no ring. Second time, ring but not so romantic. I think I'll have him do it a third time to get it perfectly right! lol
It just looks perfect :-)
Lovely! Glad you are safely back. George must be ecstatic.
No, leslie, next time's the wedding!It was gorgeous, cherrypie.Ecstatic enough to have eaten his bed, katney!
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