After eighteen months of growing this Pass The Test baby, I am now in labor. It hurts. I want it out of me. I'm so nervous about going to print that I need a mental epidural.
It seems like Connie has been gone forever but it has only been nine days.
My house is full of fifteen year olds saying naughty words.
It has been very hot for weeks and weeks and now it is cool out. It makes me feel sleepy all day long.
At church when we sang, "Lord of the Dance" I reflected about Jesus and his persecution. How could he think of dancing during such troubled times?
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