
...but when I called and
asked them to deliver me
a slice, they hung up.
Photo by: Osquer
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?… There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~M.Williamson
Only a slight elevation of Andrews’ left eyebrow gave any indication of his surprise at Lady Jessica’s request, “How may I be of service, your ladyship?”
“That’s just it. It’s not as my father’s servant I beg your assistance but as a man of honor and charity to a woman in need of your help.”
Jessica sat across from Andrews on the drive back to the manor house. She had little time to make up her mind about who to trust in her father’s household. She realized that the butler would be a goldmine of information. “Mr. Andrews,” she began, “I wonder if I could ask a favor of you…”
Your clever gift to
neighbors inspires delicious
possibilities.
Photo by: Osquer
Texas Sheet Cake by: Osquer’s Mom
Happy 7th Birthday today, Julia!
Happy 12th Birthday Monday, Jana!
Jessica snapped her suitcase firmly shut and took one last look around the room. Her father had offered to send someone to collect her things but Jessica, unused to living with servants, had preferred to do her own packing. He had, however, insisted on sending Andrews with her to settle her bill at the inn.