and Purposeful Prose
I'd never even heard the word "mothra" until Andrew uttered it last week. I thought it was the funniest thing. So last week we had the privilege of watching our neighbor's dog, Charlie. Well… most of it was a privilege. I like to feel useful and she's a pretty easy dog to dogsit. She does, [...]
Me singing to Andrew: You're a cutie and I'm going to make you sausages and corn... Andrew: That’s oddly southern. Me: *laughing* Moments later.... BEEP! Andrew: The engine's up to temperature! The oven! I mean the oven. Me: *laughing again...* A little bit later... Andrew: What's that guys name from that traveling show we like? [...]
This month my dad celebrated his 75th birthday. Well, I celebrated it. He says that he doesn't celebrate birthdays anymore. Store bought again. I really should learn to bake a cake. I'm sure I can do it. One of these days... My grandma baked cakes. When I was a kid I remember her bringing us [...]
Alright, I can prove that there's English in my blood despite the fact that my husband insists that I'm more Irish and Scottish. This is likely due to the fact that His "da's" ancestory is Scottish. Leuk! Ah cannae speak like that! I can't do accents. When I described this post to Andrew, I tried [...]
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