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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Sunday, January 7, 2018
Shrimp
(2014) I bought shrimp at the grocery store to make for dinner one night this week. When we got the bags in the car beside Lily, she sniffed and said, "Yuck! It smells like flamingos in here!" Pretty accurate, actually!
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