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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Thursday, December 28, 2017
Trapped
Is there some unwritten rule that every time I step into a grocery store they have to be playing a Dan Fogleberg song?! I HATE Dan Fogleberg songs and I'm always trapped listening to them at Kroger!!!! AAHHHHH!!!!
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