It all started with a broken finger. It was the first full week back to school for the kids and I decided to take our dog for a walk. I turned to close… Continue reading
The hour I gained last night I’ve already lost between the snooze button and my extra long shower.
“Do you want to know why I’m so unhappy?” We were in the middle of dinner talking about the New England Patriots when he interrupted us with his political declaration of discontent.
Eye-rolling and groans, the telltales of any family tradition worth keeping.
A flashback resurfaces of his cute face devouring a Hershey bar and chasing it with a cup of cider.