It takes a special kind of person to be able to drive somewhere about 25 minutes away from home, which you've been to about 5ish times in the not-so-distant past, with directions from mapquest in one hand, and a Garmin on the dashboard, and still miss your turn and arrive 15 minutes late. Yep, that's me! Oh, and for the record I would have been on time without my Magellan moments.
On another note, it's nice to come home from choir practice to find the house quiet and the kids in bed, but it's extra cute when you find three boys all snuggled into one twin sized bed.
Storytime: Breaking Bones - When I was in third grade, I wanted nothing more than to break a bone. I didn't care if it was a foot, leg, wrist, or arm--I just wanted an injury that wou...
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