Last night while I was preparing supper the kids played on the floor in the living room around the corner. When I went to check on them I noticed that they had littered the floor with toys, blankets, books, and all sorts of things. As I walked back to the kitchen I picked up a … Continue reading Damn it!
In my house growing up, one could often hear a variety of very colorful curses. Even now, when talking to my parents on speaker phone I must remind them that little ears are listening. I was never allowed to swear, but my mind filed away many of my dad's best. As an adult I swear … Continue reading #&@*$