Daughter penned her first poem in bed last night:
Daeses [Daisies] blossim
I do not hear them.
They are sweet.
Boys rock
Somtimes.
**
She also requests: Mom, when [grandma next door] dies, can you and dad move there so me and my husband don't have to drive to see you?
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In the Event of Murder (Starlit Bookshop Mystery #2)
5 months ago
Oh my gosh. Adorableness all around!
ReplyDeleteps: word ver = "ofsale" (made me think of "our" author and then I felt so glad for having met you at the society meeting!) :)
ReplyDeleteA friend once said he was reading "our mutual friend," and I thought he meant ... that Canadian author. But no, he was reading the Dickens novel, by that name! I'm glad we met too!
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