People make weak attempts to skew the truth to make it work for them.
While Sarah’s dad is forever watching his family from Heaven, the Grafton mom has been given a second chance at life – that alone is the best Mother’s Day gift of them all.
Then “GROOVY DAY” comes along. Damnit. Just because I was BORN in the 1970s doesn’t mean I own shit from that decade.
By the final day, I wanted to wear a hand-made sign declaring, “PICK UP YOUR OWN SHIT” … My friend added: “YOUR MOMMA AIN’T HERE!”
Who in the hell has time to move the elf; conjure up ways to make it misbehave (because my kids do that on their own); and then, clean up the mess created by the plastic toy with two creepy-ass eyes that never-ever move?
Fishermen of the ponds.
Middle school dances -- awesome or lame?.