Tuesday, February 8, 2011

This is just a mild spring zephyr compared to the big wind of '67.

I'm sure when I wake up Agent M in a few moments and he realizes that we have to walk to school in the wind that is howling outside, that he will simply hand me my "Torturous Mother of the Year" Award. Heck, I don't even want to go out there.

Maybe I can convince him that mornings like this build character?

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