Not much time to write a lengthy post today as I'm following Bubby's lead and stopping to smell the roses, er, hollyhocks.

In other words, I'm making the most of the last precious moments with my grandson before heading home to the mountains tomorrow.

Happy Friday the 13th!

Today's question:

What's the worst thing -- or the best thing -- that has ever happened to you on a Friday the 13th?

My answer: Brianna was walking home from school on a Friday the 13th her freshman year of high school and was struck by a senior driving back to the school for football practice. Miraculously, she fared surprisingly well. (Mom's frazzled nerves didn't survive the episode nearly as well.)