spaghetti, anyone?

spaghetti, anyone?

In spite of being sick, I just had to get out and go to church yesterday. We ordained two of my favorite men in the world (from my favorite families) as deacons. They are so special to us that they were both pallbearers at my mother’s funeral. I just tried not...
I guess this is why they hurt so bad

I guess this is why they hurt so bad

Yesterday Prince Charming asked if he could go visit our retired neighbor, Miss Ann. “No, she’s sick, remember?” “Oh, yeah. She may have kidney bones!” I think kidney stones have been forever renamed for me.
because she says so

because she says so

I was informed this morning by my three-year-old daughter, “Santa Claus likes me!” What’s not to like?
Huh?

Huh?

The following took place today while working on chemistry with my fifteen-year-old son: Three-year-old daughter, pointing in toy catalog: I’m getting one of these for Christmas! Fifteen-year-old son: No, Christmas this year is for ages five and up. You and Lily...
just following orders

just following orders

My Prince Charming is anything but camera shy. When he saw I was going to take pictures of his sister, he jumped right in. Then he wanted to get his bear (remember him?) in on the act. I’m not sure what’s happened in the last few days, but my baby is...

you can’t see the paper for the trees

Me, observing the site of a future shopping center: Wow! They’ve really cut down a lot of trees! Drama Queen: They must have needed some paper.

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