As I slog through what is turning out to be the longest winter of my life, my mind keeps returning to one thing over and over: Peace House. Any free moment my brain has, it begins to daydream about projects I can start this year.
Oz. Ozzie. Ozzelah. Ozzums. Ozzy Osbourne. My Blond Shadow. My Boyfriend. Mr. Stink-ums. Il Garbaggio. You mean so much to me and I am eternally grateful for the 8+ years you’ve spent with David and me.