Wimberly Bimberly

​This husband and I …

Went on a drive to Wimberly...

Cute little town...lots of fun shops...but the name…makes this old gal feel like she's in...a nursery rhyme…
Maybe because she taught rhyming every day...for at least 8,100 days….or maybe because she's one of those annoying people...who love to rhyme talk…

These daughters of mine…would say….with an eye roll….it’s the latter…
It didn’t matter….
Their mom was the Queen of Rhyme…
Time….for bed, Fred!….Let’s go, Joe!….What do you think, Stink?…

So….much….rhyming…with such…good….timing…

So Wimberly Bimberly…what did we see?...A llama…for Mama…and a big old tree…..homemade chips….and a mask with no lips…a lavender vase…with a pretty crackled base….and you won’t believe this…we say with a smile….that chupacabra shirt…that was worth every mile…
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And this husband of mine…agrees...