A Memory . . . . . .

Mom & I used to sing lots of little diddies when I was growing up.  Now I hum ALL the time, can't remember the words.  So now, love me, love my hum.

One of our favorites was "Where, Oh Where Can My Little Dog Be?"  I really loved this song because there had been plenty of promises that "some day" I would get a dog of my own, not just one of the ones that got dumped on us since we live on a farm.

These days, it doesn't really matter if I can remember the words since I am singing it often as I look for some thing.  Today version isinspired my big old brown Birkenstock sandal that Linc was wearing yesterday . . . . .

Where, oh where can my brown sandal be,
Where, oh where can it be.
"Cause Linc was cute as he wore it about,
Where, oh were can it be?

If you are wondering, "Yes, I did check the trash before I took it out!!"  and, "No I still have not found the black camera!"