He dances like a flightless bird
Imitating his aviator friends.
Is he crazy,
Or the last sane one?
When he meets the ground,
His mouth hidden from view, 58 more words
It all started pretty innocently. It was a really cold winter, and it felt like it would never end. I had a little baby/toddler (not sure what you define a 1-year old as), I was still nursing constantly (day and night…even more at night than day), I was homeschooling two rugrats who would prefer to not do any schoolwork whatsoever and teaching Jazzercise five or more times a week. 1,581 more words
I remember those dog-days of my childhood summers back east, when we languished in front of the TV all day long, trying to escape the heat and the humidity. 134 more words