First of all, I can barely stand letting someone make grilled cheese sandwiches in my kitchen, so I completely understand the whole, "the water is boiling" emotion.I always tell people that if they want to do me a favor by not making me cook, take me out to dinner, instead.
And now I have to hit, "next article" because I can't wait to find out what happened next!
Poor Mel has been waiting for the same thing!But I just wrote you a long winded e-mail over the weekend...
I'll drink to all of that!
What a fantastic post, Mary!
I get it, Amy.And I'm here...without expectation...whenever you're ready.
Here I am.
Lucky you!
I personally think you should tune your sister right out.
Maybe it's Aspergers. Or maybe it's Alexithymia. Or maybe it's a little from column A and a little from column B.
Or maybe you're just you... a man who has clearly done very, very well at dealing with what's been handed to him over the course of his life the best that he could at various points in his life.
But what do I know?
I'm not a big squash fan but that "pumpkin" bread sounds good.
I like the smell of toilet bowl cleaner, too.
No need to apologize.It did make me remember him.And I'm usually in a constant state of lonesome.
For some reason, "little beasty" made me laugh.I've decided to start calling the baby that.
I'm really glad to read that you're taking some quiet time and are keeping your perspective.
The mention of the spot between the neck and shoulder made me lonesome.
Everyone can use a good laugh, Annie. Thanks.
Oh, that dinner sounds good!I just bought Michael a Superman costume for Halloween...think it's too far for us to go trick or treating up in Fort Massac?
I clicked on this yesterday but the baby woke up before the page even loaded.Um, Mel? Nice try. But you're still gorgeous.
And now I have to hit, "next article" because I can't wait to find out what happened next!