The New View
The girls played.
The boys worked.
And at the end of it, Mama had herself a new (still needs to be painted) front door!!! Thanks Daddy!! The front of my house finally has light! I could just cry.
Actually instead, I’ll cry about your legs.
Actually instead, I’ll cry about your legs.
Maybe next time, you should take the mosquito population seriously and either go inside, wear jeans, or bring bug spray when meeting outside at 6 AM for coffee and fellowship. For Pete’s sake, Conley.
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