SIGN OF THE TIMES
We have made it to the end of another work week. I cannot properly express my joy, but that is due in a large part to the fact that I've managed to cough myself into a raspy mess. I've sucked down so many cough drops in the past two days, my eyes are on a permanent burn and I feel like Pig-Pen, surrounded by a honey lemon mentholated cloud.
Friday means food, and ChefGrace has designated this week as L is for Light. Always happy to contribute, yet never willing to follow the rules, I bring you Variations on a theme of Light. This bit of Friday fun is brought to you courtesy of the Custom Motel Sign page. Type in what you want to see, and presto -- you're very own message, up in lights. This, of course, would be mine:
So, what's your sign?
Sign My Guestbook!