Cold and snow and more cold and more snow and frigid temperatures and many days in the single digits and Girl 3 still refuses to wear her coat and snow and more cold and really cold wind and a garage door that repeatedly freezes shut requiring me to pour really hot water all over it to melt the ice and then the water almost immediately freezes leaving a sheet of ice on the cement and more cold and snow, etc. And visiting every furniture store within an hour drive—some multiple times—to find a sofa (you may
not call it a couch) or two for our family room.
Oh, and we had a couple of birthdays.

Girl 3's Mickey Mouse cake.

We've been in our house for 1 year.

Husband still claims he's 27.
1 comment:
Tell your husband that "27" is perfect!!! Good choice ... i myself seem to be lingering at that particular age. =)
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