I'm a wife. I'm a mother. I'm a step-mom. I spend most of my time grumbling and/or doing laundry. I love to read, talk, garden and vacuum. I don't have an opinion on everything but I can form one in about thirty seconds.
IT HAS BEEN FORETOLD
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I feel like bakers are trying to tell us something, you guys.
I'm just not sure WHAT.
Speak to me, Deadpan Penguin! *What is it?* What's wrong?
Is...
Hours the thirteenth through eighteenth.
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And thence to bed.
I got really wrapped up in The Trespasser. SOMEBODY HERE IS CROOKED. And my
copy is trade paperback, so the pages take forEVER to read ...
An appreciation: Pat Summitt
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Growing up in middle Tennessee, Pat Summitt has been a legend as long as I
can remember. Winning a national championship in 1987 showed the nation
what w...
Kaylee is 11. She is ridiculously mature for 11. That's a blessing and a curse. She's smart. She's funny. She is a lil bit boy crazy. She is obsessed with her cell phone. And she can mispronounce almost any word with hilarious consequences.
She's headed to middle school next year. May the Lord have mercy on us all.
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