Call in the troops.
Because the troops?
They make everything better.
I mean, look at them . . .
. . . right?
They make everybody feel better.
They make *me* feel better.
They run like the wind . . .
. . . and make it look easy.
Plus? Rocks.
So thankful for these troops . . .
. . . Happy Birthday, dude.
And as for you Super Moonie . . .
. . . you who looks so generously and gorgeously upon us . . .
. . . you who keeps an eye on things down below . . .
Keep looking after us down here, okay?
We sorely need your help.
4 comments:
Amen!
looks like you found the best and brightest troops to go along with the biggest and brightest moon!
Love your upbeat blog Ellie. Sorry I haven't responded to yours, Beth and Jacquie.
The only way I could deal with this whole election disaster was a News blackout.
I neither read nor listened to a word, and I'm slowly recovering.
We will survive...
love, mom
Super cuties! I've been loving that big fat moon, too.
Xoxo
Jacquie
I just did handstands on a super moon-lit beach in Poipu this super moon night. (In a dress, no less).
Feeling grateful.
Super moon so super that there were 7 turtles on the beach. That's some serious pull! (Or maybe they are here all the time, what do I know).
Turtles know what to pay attention to.
xo
b
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