I used to be able to write. Now I write draft after draft that sucks eighteen shades of suck.
But what I do have is cute kids. And a good camera.
So lets just stick to that for now, and pretend that I can still write, but I just don't have time. Yeah, lets go with that, shall we?(I also have a new picnic table...isn't it pritty? Happy Mother's day to me!)
2 comments:
I think the writing will come back when you get your own (free) time back.
I can still remember our first picnic table, an octagon, and it was a mothers' day present too. You and Paul were sitting at it with a sign that said Happy Mothers Day. Many happy memories of times around the picnic table but it was always in the way for cutting the grass. That was its demise I think - tipped on its side so often that it finally fell apart.
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