My team of “sister wives” is wide and deep and doesn’t get enough public praise for their contribution.
“I guarantee you she has been playing this role since Amy T. locked herself in the bathroom at Amy J.’s slumber party in fourth grade. That’s when she learned what got her off, and she has been seeking it out like a junkie every since.”
“I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls.”
Here I am talking about farts and I am not happy about it. Not one bit.
What complicated situation in my life has the Avon World Sales Leader NOT solved?
When they weren’t playing hide and seek, throwing frisbees, or constructing elaborate forts out of quilts.
The only thing that is going to top this for her upcoming birthday is a real live puppy, and wow is she going to be devastated with a gift card to a hardware store.
That one and this one were here to help celebrate Leta’s birthday and spread Mormon cheer.
And early Christmas present of friends from my childhood.
Cliché or tradition, it never hurts to take inventory of they who make my life so wonderful.