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
Handrails
I told Robert Skeet Taylor that I want some pretty handrails for the front steps as my Christmas gift this year, so it's easier for my parents and his parents and other family to get up and down the stairs into our house. He told me he had a "better idea" ... a knotted rope slung up the stairs that everyone could use to just pull themselves up and down the stairs. He of course was joking, but I told him I just want HANDRAILS, not a "Tough Grand-Mudder" event to get into the house!
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