So here’s the deal… in a totally perplexing, inappropriate, not-good-at-funerals kinda way, I laugh when I’m nervous. The upside is that I also become very funny in strenuous situations… which often comes in handy. I also laugh when something happens to my kids. It’s not when they fall off a bed or teeter precariously on…
As we wait {drumming fingers wildly on the table}, we decided to take advantage of our time with family. We planned a day trip to Santa’s Village in Jefferson, NH. We all had a great time. It was a busy day. I’m still surprised Mom didn’t get her 10,000 steps in because we were moving…
A family bedroom You were right. I was wrong.
Scott’s hernia surgery went well. He was up and about that afternoon. The only hiccup came at the very end. Nurse, “You have your post op appointment schedule for 10 days from now. See you then.” Me, “Ummmm… come again now? Another appointment?” In true Scott and Traci form we didn’t think about a follow…
“Hey, got a minute?” Scott to me. I was lazily getting ready to take the kids to Pink Camp with Grandmom. No rush. No hurry. No worries. “Yup, what’s up?” Scott, “Um… there’s fuel dripping out of the Chief onto your mom’s lawn. We need to address it.” To my credit, my first concern was…
