And I tell him "Papa will be home soon," but he doesn't speak English, so he remains confused.
My mother would point out the blame is in the wrong place, and he remains confused because you do not speak cat. (My mother always takes the side of the pets - see, also, "the dog needs more room" in the car, on the bed . . .)
Rainy day in Maine.
Are you on a trip, Sparky, or did I miss a whole move to Maine somehow...
So many things to respond to in this thread, but mostly I never knew I would feel such joy at a tuna melt.
One day somebody is gonna catch me writing fiction with my advocate hat on.
But it's better when it's wrong.
The biggest surprise about disability rights as I leave my forties is how often "Nothing about me without me," feels like a threat more than a promise.
Timelies all!
Another weekend with Mr. S. We're having his birthday party tomorrow at SkyZone, which is all about trampolines.
I hope the party goes well. ltc’s kid’s party is tomorrow as well. At her karate studio.
I held my great-nephew this morning!
That's about all I got accomplished today. Currently watching the musical episode of SNW.
Breakfast Triumph this morning! Jacqueline ate both halves of an English muffin slathered in Devon Cream and Lemon Curd, a cup of tea and a glass of milk.
That's the biggest breakfast she's had in weeks.
Breakfast victory! That sounds like an excellent English muffin.