Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.
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kissin’ babies and savin’ ladies.
Two words: baby bunnies. Cutest things around. They’re cuddly, unbelievably soft, and super fun to kiss. And we have 15 of them. They’ll all be going to their new homes soon. This
I have in mind to do a fancy newsletter about the ol’ homestead each month. You know, fancy color printing, cool packaging, hand-delivered and such. Don’t have a color printer, y’all, so
bring on some awkward.
Every time I think it’s gonna happen, meh. Don’t you remember middle school? The pinnacle of gawkiness? The heyday of acne? The epitome of stink? What is wrong with my children? They’re showering
the big exhale.
Today is my Dad’s birthday. The Thanksgiving before he passed away, he told me he wanted to be cremated. He had told me that about a million times, so I looked at
the blast radius.
Again. Again with pit of my stomach burning and the overwhelming nauseous feeling. On one hand, I’ve wished the relief of it for him lately, but on the other, I keep thinking,
the barfing cow.
Two words: POLISH POTTERY. You should get some. Highlight of our morning oatmeal. Truly. Dare you not to giggle. Or throw up in your mouth a little. Depends on your gag reflex,
And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.