Quiet week

 I did not turn on the TV at all Tuesday, didn't want to add to the First Felon's ratings for the dismal state of our union. I read snippets of the action on Facebook, and that was more than enough.

 Hello March!

 I've been going thru photos on google, and came across these. When Manda lived in FL, she and Steph were pretending to be lost in the jungle of her back yard.

And I assume Heather was going to a school function. The hair! 

We went to Shop Rite on Monday, and Hobby Lobby on Tuesday. I hate HL's politics, but I needed soft yarn to make chemo caps for a close friend. Now I just need to get butt in gear, stop reading, and start crocheting!

Hello March!

 March is bookended with brother's birthdays! Frank is 75 today, and Mike will be 69 on the 31st. We also have Jules turning 18 on Monday, and the sad one year anniversary of Big Ed's death, also on Monday. 

Another page on the family calendar!

 And another finish to my collection of baby afghans. The blue is actually a baby blue, it photographed darker.

I did my part for no spend February 28, I did not spend a dime! And my rage is increased exponentially after the fiasco at the White House yesterday, with the First Felon making even more of a fool of himself, and the spineless republicans falling over themselves to agree and defend his actions. We're a laughing stock in the eyes of the world. It's so disheartening that he's fecking things up so much.