It’s Like Being at the Dentist’s, Only Louder

I am sitting in my living room as I type this.  I was crocheting a moment ago, and before that I was texting my sister.  There is not a whole lot else I can do, except maybe go upstairs and clean Julia’s room, but why should I get all the fun?  She should get toContinue reading “It’s Like Being at the Dentist’s, Only Louder”