This is my house.
Six people and a dog live in this house.
We laugh in this house.
We cry in this house.
We scream in this house.
We love in this house.
Come on inside and let me introduce you to the craziness that is my "real" life. Everything you read here will be true. No names will be changed to protect the innocent, because honestly, no one here is innocent...
Oh this is going to be gooooooooood!
ReplyDeleteI always felt guilty when I let you kids have cake for breakfast, growing up. More in fear that the teacher might ask that day 'what did everyone have for breakfast?" Love, Mom
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