Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
The sun was setting and the dust was rolling as we pulled up to the cabin last evening from Kaden's baseball game.
I had hoped to take an awesome photo of the Super Blue moon this morning...but drats! It was overcast and cloudy, so I could barely even see the moon.
Being cabin-bound after my hip replacement surgery, I'm using my time to catch up on a few things that I've gotten behind on...one of them being my photos.
According to the Urban Dictionary (who needs Webster?!), the street definition of "pyromaniac":
A person who absolutely loves fire. The smell of smoke sends them into ecstasy. Lighting a candle and blowing it out and relighting it and blowing it out repeatedly, watching the smoke lightly twirl around in the air...watching a flame on a lighter flickering is fun and addicting, but watching a full piece of paper burn all the way to the bottom is complete elation.
No, this is not a post about Kim's snoring.
Although there are times when he could win a competition with a chainsaw.
(Actually, he rarely snores any more...we discovered a nearly miraculous device that's helped tremendously, but that's another post for another day...)........