Scrapbook: Heather’s Room
I finally worked up the nerve to completely redo Heather’s room. It was pretty frightening since she insisted I not change a thing, especially the Summer Blue paint color. I did not share any of...
I finally worked up the nerve to completely redo Heather’s room. It was pretty frightening since she insisted I not change a thing, especially the Summer Blue paint color. I did not share any of...
The Moody’s were on vacation last week, and, as usual, it wasn’t without its trials and tribulations. The first being the weather. It was good, but not great. When we are on vacation,...
While writing that story about my great-grandmother, I may have become ensnared in the claws of Ancestry.com. It started off with a free trial, and then I got sucked into paying for a month’s...
It’s all her fault. My friend Susan’s. Even though I really don’t know her all that well, she manages to get me to do things. No one ever gets me to do things. One...
I tried to go see Hillary yesterday. I stood in line for two hours. I was just about at the front of the line when they closed the doors because the fire marshall deemed the...