How did it happen?
How can we get so far off the track?
Why don’t we turn around and go back?
Where is the moment? … 2,149 more words
My girly girls (wife and two dotters—although one of them don’t even live at home no more) went to play an evil sport with dice in the basement of a church (the prizes for winning the dice game were gift cards for coffee—ANUTHER form a’ evil,) and they left me to fend for me-self for the eve’nin. 645 more words