18 crumb snatchers

 

 

It’s not the  18 kids that this woman has, for I believe if you can take care of them all, you should be able to have them all. 

Then again, think of all the love that this family could’ve given adopted children who needed homes badly.

Oh yeah, and my pet peeve, naming all 18 kids names that begin with the same letter!!!! Thus guaranteeing them a certain amount of anonymity in their lives.  (What’s your name again?  Don’t you have a brother or sister that goes to this school?)

 

Old or drunk?

Old.  Getting old, and I hate things that remind me I’m getting old. 

 Walking with Big “A” to her assembly yesterday with her class, I twisted my left ankle.  It sucked, yeah. 

Any little hole (and I mean little) that I step in does it.

  I walked it off immediately.  Then, walking back, I twisted it not once more but TWICE more! 

The ankle is sore today.  And bruised.   Old people do this, and drunk people. Yeah, drunk people.  Except I wasn’t drunk.

Unconditional Kisses

I got nothing to complain about.  Not when kisses are so freely given…

Not when love is so unspoken.

Not when health courses through my veins.

Not when I have humans like these