Thank you, Gramma!

It's always been a running joke that I had a black thumb. I loved planting things and having flowers, but Gramma always came up weekly and reminded me which ones to water and fertilize. She sometimes just did it all herself. Most of my plants died every summer, and only a pothos lived inside (I … Continue reading Thank you, Gramma!

Friday

Friday is a terror. I know she doesn't look like it, but she IS. See that toy under her? We have to hide it at night or else she runs all over the house with it, dragging it from one room to another, over and over and over. She thumps up and down the stairs … Continue reading Friday