The gas man just got here to restore our service, and as he knelt down next to our stove, my son greeted him with a warm, “EWWW! He stinks.”
The gas man just got here to restore our service, and as he knelt down next to our stove, my son greeted him with a warm, “EWWW! He stinks.”
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Is this the beginning of your blog? I don’t know why – but I get such a kick out of reading a prolific writers very first stuff. I instantly start singing like Fraulien Maria to the Von Trapps….
What made you start I wonder? For me it was the constant dialogue in my head! Blogging seemed cheaper than therapy!