was Simon's exact response to my response to all of the wrong gender assumptions about poor little J:
Yes sir. We shoot for the moon and land among the brightest stars around these parts.
and then when I walked out wearing this get up for a family walk with little Huckleberry last night:
he asked, "do you ever say things like, 'heavens to betsy!' when you're alone?"
J came to my rescue and helped de-age my outfit a bit with her flying nun habit/bun cover
I forgot to mention yesterday that I had an award to give out:
kind comment of the week to my good friend Caitlin:
in response: every post please.
somethings new learned in Scrabble land this week: "urines" is in fact a word and the word, "eh" will score very few points no matter how strategically it is played.
Now, can you tell me how to get back to More-Excitingville as I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere wayyyyyyy back in January?