I wrote a book last month. I don’t know if anyone will read it, but it was my personal way of exorcising demons from long ago, or helping to understand why? Because I am a mother dammit!
I’m just sitting here trying to figure out how to do blogging. (You try it when you are basically computer illiterate. :) Not fun? Huh?) My husband comes bouncing into the room and reaches down and pushes a button. As I got ready to slap him he laughed. “That little key says HELP. It doesn’t stand for ‘Help eradicate loud people.’ It’s meant to HELP you.” I did slap him.