Thankful Thursday
I am thankful the Little League game ended in a win last night, and I could rush my blanket-clad self to the car and turn on the heater. I swear, when I took out my cell phone, it felt like a slab of ice. THAT'S HOW COLD IT WAS. After three days of lovely warm weather, it was a bitter slap.
I am NOT thankful for the ripped pieces of Burger King bag and french fry carton strewn across the floor this morning, DEEJAY, YES I'M TALKING TO YOU. Bad dog. And less-than-tidy kid who didn't throw away his trash, but left it on the table close enough to the edge to cause bad-dogness.
I am NOT thankful for the ripped pieces of Burger King bag and french fry carton strewn across the floor this morning, DEEJAY, YES I'M TALKING TO YOU. Bad dog. And less-than-tidy kid who didn't throw away his trash, but left it on the table close enough to the edge to cause bad-dogness.