The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Breakfast
Mary's husband Joe made breakfast for her to bring in. Bacon, biscuits and gravy. I told her "Man, I wish I had a husband like that..." but then quickly retracted the statement.
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