I blinked and the boys were digging holes in the ditch. Nothing better than becoming reputable as the household that lets your kids cover over and get stinkin muddy. Wasn’t this the same friend that mud happened to last time?
A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
I blinked and the boys were digging holes in the ditch. Nothing better than becoming reputable as the household that lets your kids cover over and get stinkin muddy. Wasn’t this the same friend that mud happened to last time?
