Dallas here.
I’m mad at my Mama.
For months she’s been promising me a l-o-n-g ride in the car.
‘We’ll put you in your crate,’ she said. ‘And go on vacation. All the way to Mississippi. You remember.’
Yes, I do. But nothing has happened.
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The Rest of the Story
I read a lot of blogs and often find myself wondering how something turned out, the rest of the story, so to speak.
With that in mind, I decided to resolve some of the conundrums I’ve posted about recently and catch you up to speed.
1) Shunning. The last couple of times I’ve been in church, I’ve witnessed this family make a concerted effort to arrive early and grab a pew they all can sit in comfortably together. Those five kids are just beautiful, and it warms my heart to see them getting along! They probably squabble just like most siblings at home, but their differences shouldn’t be made public.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 