What can I say?
“I am such a smart bird, I am. Not like those birds I live with, the fat ones all feathers and no brains…”
While I stood there by our built-in cabinet, I sensed something tickly at my forehead, and pulled back to look…
Bethany Engbretson writes: “You know you have cabin fever when you lose track of how much coffee has been consumed and all you feel is slightly delirious.”
I found more images than I could possibly use, and ended up dissolving into longlasting giggles on my couch, very late at night.
How dare he? This is not the first time he will shave his whiskers for the state, and it will probably not be the last, God forbid.
In the many smatterings of languages I have heard, I have noticed that the word for Mom/ Mama/ Mother/ Mommy nearly always contains the /m/ sound.
Well, I won’t lie – it’s been a hard week, for reasons I don’t want to explain to you. Would you like to be entertained? Here are three snippets that made me laugh. First Dear Stranger in the Thrift Store: I do not usually bum a diaper off someone I do not know. Thank you […]
My husband is a great man. He’s smart, talented, articulate, and well-informed about the world. I believe in his character and leadership, trusting him implicitly (at least 60% of the time, faking it the last 40) to make good decisions for the welfare of our family. You would think that with so much brilliance at […]
Confession: My least favorite part of church is taking up the offering. This has nothing to do with how we take it up (into innocent wicker-and-burgundy-felt baskets) or when (slipped between the announcements and the songs), or who or how much or why… No. It’s all about the drama. You see, we give our sons […]