Father: What are you doing?
Daughter: ::baffled look::
Father: You can’t walk around like that.
Daughter: Like what?
Father: Just wearing a t-shirt and underwear. You need some pants. Put some pants on.
Daughter: ::baffled look::
Son, walking into the room: Why does she need pants? Mommy never wears any.
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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March 2010
"Lamb-y, then whammy! Get some tickets to Miami! Snow is easing, but we're still freezing. It may be spring by the astronomer, but not by the thermometer. Mighty fine, then leonine."
Saturday, Mar 20
Partly Cloudy
Currently: 64˚F
Feels Like: 64˚ F
Hi: N/A˚, Lo: 43˚
Walton, WV
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And so are all the other animals 
Love the poem. Eric Carle is a great teller of... - kerri on Little Lamb, Little Lamb
So I am real careful about saying never. But I will say I have never flown an... - Arlene on Never
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