I mean, when the penguins get here, you know the party’s about to crack off. Look at those pupils! PS: The kids have decided that sock snow-person in the back needs to be in the vase. I never got a complete explanation, but wondered if that one is the Hannibal
On our second day in Paris, I fell in love. We spent the afternoon at Notre Dame, wandering through the belly of the church in hushed silence, climbing endless stone steps to peer out over the city, being breath-taken by it all. To be completely honest, I was also fresh
It’s that magical time of year again. A gaggle of figurines stand around, waiting. The manger’s cradle lies empty. A tiny wooden baby is not yet born, yet still exists out there. Somewhere. Perhaps rattling around in a dusty old drawer, waiting for Christmas Eve. Or perhaps not. (Originally published
. . Barbie’s drunk. REF:
Don’t you ever say I forgot the J. I will always want to. . . PS: Thank you for all the wisdom and kindness last post.