Yeah, I Wore Pink Tulle. So what?

“Mama?” Tiller said. “Yes, baby?” I muttered while cooking dinner. Tiller: “Mama, will you be a fairy with me?” Me: “huh?” Tiller: “Will you be a fairy with me?” Me: “I don’t think so, baby. I’m not pretty enough to be a fairy.” Todd: “You know, we just did a tooth fairy spot. I can get you a fairy costume… Read more →

He’s 77

In dog years. I love that he sleeps pretty much all day, unless there is another dog around, or you utter the words, “treat,” “squirrel,” or “go.” I say, “wanna go pick up Tiller?” and he is up like a shot, arthritis be damned! Knocks the screen door open by himself and goes out to stand by the car. If… Read more →