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 […]