- Every time I see roadkill, a horror scene flashes in my mind of those huge glass, marble eyes beside my face that time the deer ran into me. Shudder.
- Waking up late is the worst way to start the day. It’s impossible to catch up. This happened Sunday morning when I woke up 13 minutes before I was supposed to be at church, which is a 15-minute drive away, to sing. I got there only 6 minutes late. Do the math. I got ready in four minutes. Is that a record of some kind?!
- Who knew you could have fondue in a crock pot? I didn’t, but it stands to reason since everything in a crock pot is delicious.
- Kevin says I chew really loudly. Though I have not been clinically diagnosed, I think it is because I have thin cheeks, thus producing louder chewing sounds. This is a curse I must live with.
- This morning I literally saw a bag of trash sliding down the slide on a neighbor’s playset. No one was around. I don’t know how the bag got to the top, but it makes me think that Toy Story might be real. That would also explain why things go missing in our house.
- Father’s Day was filled with several fathers, including my grandpa, my brother, my own father and Kevin’s father. There was lots of food to be eaten (and my younger brother manning the grill–when did he grow up and get to play with fire?!) and a segregation post-meal where the men sat around the table talking while the women cleaned up in the kitchen.
- Piglet: “How do you spell love?” Pooh: “You don’t spell it; you feel it.”
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