And here I thought I was just being efficient. I decided to get a jump on dinner so I mixed up a marinade for the chicken. Now I’m listening to an intense and fear-tinged conversation:
Rose: “But we didn’t have lunch!”
Beanie: “I know that.”
Rose: “But Mommy’s making dinner! That means we missed lunch!”
Beanie (gasps): “What???”
Sometimes the postscript is longer than the post.
Fascinating Live and Dead Things
But Whatever Happened to Penny Knocknutter?
Fifth of July (Or Is It?)
Blue horse, red heart, green flower