I always see an allligator…
(Did this a year or so ago)
Fred’s Market
The kitchen wasn’t all my fault, really. Just a little.
And yet, despite our household’s little idiosyncrasies, my daughter’s friends still come over in droves.
I can barely swim faster than an old lady. But she is good, really.
The “M” word
Thank you card for Coach Al Extraordinaire, my daughter’s track coach.
Weeding is hell
Another episode of thwarted random crazy lady.
What a change from feeling so old on campus.
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