“I have a dweam…I have a dweam.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“It’s about kids walking in my live.”

The sun is shining.

Cookies are baking in the oven.

The children are frolicking around the house.

I can’t blog long because my colleagues and I are going sledding as soon as the current batch of cookies comes out. I just wanted to take the time to tell you we are doing great today. I know I have been making it sound like I am running a juvenile/American version of Cold Comfort Farm over here and that a lot of my posts could be boiled down to: “I saw something nasty in the woodshed!” (And yes, Baby, it did see me.)

We have had our moments today when one of my colleagues would grab the wheel and start making for the rocks and then I would remember that I am captain of this ship, take it back and move us into safer waters.

This is us sailing.

Our eyes meet and I smile then cross the room to throw myself into his arms. He pulls me to him and I stand on my toes to press my chest against his. I wrap my arms around his neck and lift my mouth to be kissed and to kiss him fully. Then I tuck my head under his chin and rest against him.

He bends his head and whispers tenderly in my ear, “You really need to brush your teeth. Your mouth smells so bad it is making my stomach hurt and I don’t want to throw up on your pretty head…”

And then my stomach starts to hurt from laughing.

After a while I go brush my teeth.

Does anyone have a good idea for a way to prepare pork loin?

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OK, I cannot post this one word. It starts with a “v” and I am going to resort to it on this computer any second. Or perhaps I will log off.

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