23.4.09

With me rubber boots on...


Whenever I wear my rubber boots, the chorus of this song runs through my head. Brings back memories of the great trip to Newfoundland that we had a few years back, and listening to this song at a pub. Although I'm not fishing on the "wild labrador", I can always dream. And, our porch is beginning to look like a weathered wharf, so that helps.

2 comments:

Martin said...

nice:) - does this mean I don't have to paint the porch.

Martin

Trudi said...

Umm, in case you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic. Get out your brushes mister....