We've been enjoying a series of snowstorms the past few weeks. Before the onslaught began, my snow-loving D2 overheard DH talking in the kitchen.
"We are getting a snow storm tonight, another two days after that, and one more on the weekend." He explained.
D2 instantly ran out of her bedroom, down the hallway, into the kitchen, and slid her socks along the wood floor to come to a screeching halt right in front of her dad.
"Talk to me, weatherman!" she invited with a big grin.
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Its getting harder and harder for me to imagine you don't live in a sitcom
ReplyDeleteI do live in a sitcom. No more like a drama, but with sitcom moments for sure, which keeps the drama from having too tragic of a feel.
ReplyDeleteI could be a sitcom writer though - especially as long as D2 is around for material.
Your family sounds excellent.
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ReplyDeleteThey are my greatest blessing. Thanks for noticing!
Funny! So glad to have you back on the blogosphere. :)
ReplyDeleteI was off for a while as our computer crashed. God supplied us with a new one, though, and so I'm back too.
Merry Christmas and happy new year!
My nieces have been sliding on all wooden surfaced floors. Must be a new sport.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for a safe and healthy New Year to you and yours.
Nice to see you back, Deb. Happy New Year!
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