…so that fifteen years from now we may look upon them, smile wistfully, and spare the progeny as they smash their cars into the garage door.
Tiny concrete hand and footprints in our garage floor…
Catch of the day
Thank you, stomach bug.
You haven’t bonded with your children until you’ve puked in the same bowl with them at the same time.
Sadly, this is not a decoy.
A mallard duck’s final thought after he crashed into our window and landed in our flower garden: This house is most definitely NOT for the birds.