Phillip and his dad are putting up the electric line on top of our fence right now. I think they’re almost done. That will make me feel a little better about living next door to a pit bull. I really hope our neighbors aren’t ridiculous enough to make a stink about it. I wouldn’t put it past them. I’ll keep you posted.
He looks at me like I’m crazy quite often.
But he also does laundry and empties the dishwasher and gets me hot tea when it’s too late for hot tea and rubs my back for an hour straight sometimes and puts up with my mood swings and cold hands and feet and listens to me ramble on about the mundane details of my day…………..
I write these posts.
Our 7 year old smarty pants who
has perfected the smirk
Here is a link to Jackson's blog.
He dictates, I type.
Our 3 year old menace with
the angelic face
