"Do you speak English?" my dad asked the waiter, a young brown-haired German with a short, pocketed, black apron tied around his hips. He held a writing pad in one hand and a pencil in the other. He shook his head as he looked around the table full of apparent Americans. "I got it, dad,"… Continue reading German Food and Dog Couches
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The memory of being happy
Charlotte was forced into quiet time (and reminded several times) tonight before bed. The puppy is content to chew on a new bone and Orion is napping, do your own thing and leave them be. She chose to look at her baby album. I have always loved photo albums. I would look at the ones… Continue reading The memory of being happy
Solo Mom of Tiny & Loud Dragons 