Freak Parade

So The Girl has the stomach flu. Yes, she is sick quite a lot, thanks for noticing. She has pretty much always been a germ magnet….much to The Boy’s dismay. As usual, The Boy has evacuated the premises. Someone is throwing up? Go to Mamaw’s. Go directly to Mamaw’s. Do not pass go. Do not […]

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So this weekend was our anniversary. Sixty Six years of wedded bliss. We’re not sure whether the fact that we both feel like it has been a whole lot longer is a good thing or not. Around here, anniversaries usually = kid free. Yeah, um…usually. This particular anniversary happened to be quite a bit too […]

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Last week The Boy did this. Today he walked up behind me, poked at my upper arm, and declared in a tone that oddly conveyed both awe and nonchalance, “Your arm is fat.” Remind me why we teach kids to talk again.

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