Nine weeks into the new year. I guess it’s not new any more. Nine is a lucky number in this house. I was always nine in the sports I played growing up. DW was nine in her sports, too. By sheer luck, Crash was handed his baseball jersey last summer and guess what number was on the back. Nine.
I expect this to be a very lucky week.
If you’re looking for a new blog to follow this is where you should be looking…
To motherly instinct or not to motherly instinct…
A mysterious disappearance (underwear are involved)
True North Nomad
A long long loooooong drive…
Lutherian Liar Looks at Life
Screwing up the English language
Learning to love roses