Yumm! Patrick and my yummy engagement cake from my Aunt Helen! My nephew wouldn't take no for an answer when he demanded to "eat Patrick's face". Haven't been up to too much lately. Trying to attack the laundry monster in my basement and iron the cotton shirt monster on my ironing board.Had a pretty interesting weekend that kicked off with Patrick and I venturing to Alton to meet up with Kristin and her sister and brother in law to check out a "real" haunted house's backyard and cellar. We paid twenty dollars to have a spirit guide take us around after lighting stinky sage to cleanse the area and we walked through the backyard and headed into the house...we couldn't even go in the house. We sat in the cellar trying to hear, touch, feel a ghost for 45 minutes while little lizard claimed that ghosts were sending her mental images and telling her things that she would tell the group...yes there was a group of us ghost hunters. I thought I saw a ghost, but the more I think about it, my emotions were running pretty high and I was just anxious to get something out of my 20 dollars...Kristin want to go to Bobby Mackey's bar next year. I say see you later.
Did you hear that???
