Nineteen seconds. That’s how often our sump pump has been running since yesterday. Every. Nineteen. Seconds. And yes, I am counting. Because there is an OCD bent to my brain anyway and when something is happening that rhythmically, besides my breathing and heart beat…I start counting. I may need therapy soon. So as I tap…
I am at that place where I may be ready to take down the last of the evergreen/pine/red berry type stuff and that one lone snowman that is perched on the mantle and the whisper of spring is starting to stir in my heart….which, here in the Midwest means…we must have at least six more…
We got to watch this one play basketball on Saturday…he has gone and decided to lose those cute little teeth that gave us all fits when they came in…what’s up with that? It wasn’t easy to keep our eyes on the game tho…as there was a lot going on along the sidelines… and one of…