2015 was a year. My kids were almost perfect. Really, I’m not being one of those snotty perfect moms who make you want to puke
Category: 2015
Excuse me for a bit…I’m thinking about con-artists (and writing other crap)
It is cold today. I’m watching squirrels in the bare oak trees and humming birds. Yes, cute little red headed hummers. The darling cute little