I spent all day yesterday on a ladder and with a bucket cleaning our front porch. Not until I was done did I feel genuinely bad my neighbors had to look at our mildewed white porch all fall. I do this a couple of times a year but it has been a really rainy year […]
“Mom, you know it’s like 2012 and not the 1900’s. She’s not going to Texas in a horse and carriage.”
I could make a tiered red velvet cake at his age, alone. I remember my mom handing me the keys to her Mazda when I was eleven and her saying, “Go get some bread and milk.” And I did. Doesn’t mean that it was right, but I could do it. He genuinely could not get his shoes laced up. He was mad and he was mad at me for not doing it for him.
The boys waited a long time before finally swimming out to the island to bring him back. The said they names him, “Lucky Duck.” I reminded them he was a goose. The told me his first name is “Lucky” and his last name is “Duck” and since they were his “new mom” now, they can name him what they want, (say a little prayer for me tonight.)