One pot of coffee...
One piece dark chocolate...
One Kuba Kuba...
Husband and two children out of the house...
And we know what that means.
Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"
My friends always knew I was going to hell. My only hope is that God likes good jokes and bad redheads.