This is not a relay race
For whatever reason, I keep thinking someone is going to show up, take the baton, and run the next leg of the race while I watch and cheer him or her on.
Maxine Malou
Isabelle and I used to play music together when she was little. I would strum some chords on guitar and she would sing, making up words as she went.
Doesn't take up a lot of room
THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MY WIFE: she is incapable of insincerity, she doesn't hold a grudge, she's a hard worker…
Good night
going out tonight. in case i don't get back in time to post something, here's a family slide of a sleeping baby sucking his thumb.
Something adorable
What's it going to be today, Steve-o? A photo of a cute baby? Or an animal? Maybe a cat doing something adorable? Or what about recipes? Got any recipes to share?
Something else
I was tired several hours ago. Now I'm something else, but I don't know what it's called.
Fond of clipboards
My dad. Before I was born. He always liked clipboards. I am fond of them myself.
Like normal people
There are monks who go out each day carrying bowls to collect donations of food from the community. Whatever they collect is what they eat that day. If nothing is given, they don't eat.