
As if I am a rookie parent, I went back to cooking and turned around expecting the dirties to have been put in the dishwasher, however, I didn’t specifically request of Mr. Exact to load the dishes, too.
“I’m going to party like it’s 1999.” Sans partying, I remember when 1999 had clairvoyant air about it. Move over, Superman, TIME is faster than a speeding bullet. It’s true. Days before the clock strikes midnight this new year’s eve, all around me women are posting their “Word for the year.” I’m not a fan...
Psalm 107:29