No Place Like Home
A man travels the world over
in search of what he needs
and returns home to find it.
by George Moore
1852-1933
Irish novelist, short-story writer, poet, art critic, memorist, dramatist
1852-1933
Irish novelist, short-story writer, poet, art critic, memorist, dramatist
So here I am safely tucked back in my very own bed bed feeling a bit like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. There is no place like home. I got tired waiting for Mrs. S to finish washing my favorite blanket so I tucked my own self in.
Mr. C and Mrs. S gave me a warm fuzzy. A 10+ for my behavior and thought I was just the best traveler. But now I am a wee bit tired and am signing off from all this blogging stuff. Just closing my eyes and wondering where we might go next. Hope it is somewhere just as fun as this trip down south .
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