March 23, 2005 @ 9:25 am | Filed under: Family Adventures, These People Crack Me Up
This morning’s thunderstorm scared Beanie out of her wits—almost.
"Don’t worry," she assured my mother. "I still have one wit left."
Well, that’s a relief.
I do not think that word means what you think it means
Try Next to the Fwiday Ones
Anne Shirley’s Apprentice Goes to Rocky Ridge Farm
“For the lover of truth, discussion is always possible…”