Four of them, to be exact
Sometimes I complain that there’s too much to do. Sometimes I wish that I had the day to myself. Sometimes I dream of peace and quiet . . .
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
The Best Worst News
One day, about two weeks ago, I noticed that my eight year old son’s tooth was crooked. It was one of his top, front teeth, and it was jutting out at a thirty-degree angle.
I did not remember it always being this way. It was rather obvious - hard to miss, really. How could I not have seen it until now?
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