How we got a pet chicken. (Her name was Cupcake!)
How we got a pet chicken. (Her name was Cupcake!)
This one is a sliiiiight jump-ahead to a vacation we took during the teenage years.
This family tradition makes me extremely uncomfortable.
We used to play this game we called “War Queens” all the time. There were many rules, but they were constantly broken. All’s fair in love and War Queens…
Anyone else have parents who would seat the kids at a separate table in restaurants?
Blandina is not the most popular thing I’ve ever made.