Ginger had bun-bun smelling just the way she liked it. And now I’m in trouble for this new clean scent wafting from bun-bun.

A week or so before we closed on that house, it dawned on me that I had never soaked in that tub, and maybe I should. And then my superstitions got the better of me, figuring that something was bound to happen, probably a water leak. Best not to tempt fate.

Maybe that should be the new friendship litmus test:
screams with excitement for you = keep
stares without acknowledging your new look = cut.them.loose.

I suggested ten trees. Keith looked at me like I was crazy. And now that they’re in, and they look spectacular, more seems like a good idea.

Wanna know what hurts? When your dog bolts through a not totally open doorway, while you’re holding her leash, causing you to smash face first into the door frame.

She’s counting down the weeks until summer break. She’s looked through the schoolwork and knows exactly how many weeks worth of work, there is to complete. She’s been handling her schoolwork much more independently this year and while it was a struggle early on, she’s displayed the maturity it takes,…