Don’t know the source on this, but I like it.
Don’t know the source on this, but I like it.
At 2:30 a.m. Mikey is screaming and running into our room. He’s wailing something I can’t understand, so I get out of bed and scoop him up into my arms.
“What is it?” I say.
“NOOMMERBFDAAAA!” He blabbers.
“What’s that, Mikey? Use your words so I can understand.”
“NNOOOO MOOORREE BIIRRFFDAYY”
“No more birthdays?”
He nods his head vigorously.
Based on hard evidence, this is the worst possible dream for a three-year old.
Holly and I went on a date to the Humane Society. We walked and ran the little dogs in the snow. This is a chihuahua named Burt; Holly’s favorite was a mini poodle named Passion Rose. Holly wanted to adopt everything she saw.
Dawn: “Fabio can’t hold a candle to Yule Brenner.”
Me: *
I made a postcard today. This is an architect’s rendering of the commons area of the new Granger High.
Watch the Stanford/Ok State game or get much-needed sleep? #footballofcourse