I'm {NOT} a Decorator!

My walls are pathetic.

If they had a diagnosis....
they would be in a coma.

I don't know how to decorate.

But when I see something I like I can copy.

I have no idea where I got the idea for a frame within a frame,
but I like it.

Then I did a Valentines post to my hubby.

I sorta accidentally typed a quote I ended up thinking was really
profound.

So I did this:

 

I also bought a new bedspread and throw.

 

Howie really shouldn't leave town so often.
I have a habit of getting into trouble.

And on another note....
Candice went snowboarding yesterday.
She came home saying she had wiped out.
She showed me her wrist.
I just looked at her and told her "I've seen worse, it's not crooked. Put your big girl panties on and deal with it."
I did tell her to take some motrin, although I didn't open the bottle for her
(Cuz I put the hell heal in healthcare)
And I'm compassionate like that.

Today it's looking sorta swollen and maybe a eensy teensy bit crooked.

Ya, fracture.

I'm such an awesome mom/nurse.