The family that bounty hunts together. . .
It never ceases to amaze me how the sequence of events that lead up to the blog fodder are actually potential blog fodder as well. Distraught at the notion that his sisters received snail mail…
Tag: Blog Fodder
Break it to me gently. . .
“Dad, I have good news, and I have bad news” the five year old boy told me as he sat down at the breakfast table this morning. The first thoughts of “listen up, here comes…