It turns out.... writing the blog is only easy when minor bad luck is having its way with us. When everything is hunky dory.... I end up with something that's borderline boring. How.... unsatisfactory. Fortunately/Unfortunately our final days in New England...
Evie to me, “Why do people keep wanting to take my picture?” Me, “No idea. Maybe they like oddball looking people around here. ” Eye roll, tongue out. You'll thank me someday, Evie. When it was time to leave Lisa...
Evelyn is wearing her Elsa heels around the campsite. We're getting stared at here.... there's serious judging going on. Doesn't bother me, but I want to make sure that Rebecca knows. Becky.... you did this. I am not responsible for...