Tickle Me Pink Tuesday

The day yawned, stretched, and rose up from pink pillows. Of course, I had to rush outside and catch its awakening. And I came back in with cold, wet feet that tracked green grass clippings across the kitchen floor. Dennis is getting used to these early morning door bangings. I made sure to tuck the camera in my purse since I had to ride to Lansing with him to pick up his now-repaired car. Just in case I spotted something photo worthy. Anyway, even though we’re empty nesters, supposedly, we seldom enjoy undistracted time together, so I looked forward to an early morning drive. Just the two of us. I had a bit of a headache and asked if we could stop and get me a cup of coffee–a habit he declares expensive and kind of nasty. But he loves to humor me,...