Dear Amanda – It’s 8am and there are 5 kids in my house – send coffee!!!!!
Yeah, that’s a waffle iron behind me. Wish you were here to eat some with us. But, please send coffee. Maybe spike it? On second thought, don’t. I mean, I AM watching someone else’s kids. Amanda, they’re belly surfing down the stairs. BELLY SURFING DOWN THE STAIRS. Good grief I don’t even have my other […]
