True and funny stories from the lighter side of raising my sons and daughter. As the Southern mama of this crew, I'm usually somewhere between "Bless your hearts!" and "Y'all act like you got some sense!" If we ever need to find our way home, we just follow the trail of red clay and glitter.
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Friday, December 22, 2017
Blue Christmas
Looks like I'll be having a blue Christmas since Skeet accidentally washed a new pair of jeans with my whites. Nice.
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