Anybody still out here?
I miss writing.
I miss you.
Let me know… ‘Cause I sure have a tale or two for you.…
Anybody still out here?
I miss writing.
I miss you.
Let me know… ‘Cause I sure have a tale or two for you.…
“I need a gun,” said the six-year-old.
“Not a real gun, right?”
“No, not a real gun… Unless there are real zombies.”
“Oh, okay. Good.”…
A conversation between my dad and my sister.
“Hey Dad, what’cha doing?”
“Watching that new Spartacus show on Starz… Have you been watching it?”
“Nah… I haven’t had a chance yet. How is it?”
“It’s pretty good. Lots of fighting, lots of blood. Good stuff.”
“Yeah, I heard that Lucy …
I had a different title picked out in my head for this post…
But when I sat down to type it up, I realized that I’ve already used it already.
Which totally screws up my sense of creativity, let me tell ‘ya.
So instead of dazzling you with a spiffy …
“Where are you going?”
“To the back…”
“Why?”
“Because you keep looking at me like you want me to die.”
Humph. I guess someone ate his shredded wheat this morning.…
I need a mother, methinks.
Not any run of the mill type mother though… more along the lines of the scheduling, uber-organized, “I’ve had a slew of children and could do this with my eyes closed and my hands tied to the doorknob with old shoestrings” type of mother who …