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When goodnight hugs go horribly wrong

Saturday night before Leta headed up to bed I asked her to come give me a hug. I was walking toward her to meet her halfway, and right when I leaned down she jumped up, accidentally headbutting me and busting my lower lip open. Blood…

July 12, 2011


I do not own any of these items, but I think they are very pretty. And if I did own them I would wear the whole outfit when I have lunch with my friend Kate this week. Where we will exchange stories about our children,…


Alter ego. She’s fifty and fabulous.