M.O.M. Brain
November 24, 2010It’s the day before Thanksgiving and I’m alone in the house to clean and get some work done, while my family enjoys a day at Knott’s Berry Farm during their annual Salute to the Military.
So I’ve got the music playing (I love it when Rod Stewart sings to me while I clean!) and I was hanging up clothes. I heard jingling, so I stared checking pockets. Nothing. More jingling. More checking of pockets. After turning items inside out and upside down, only to find nothing in the pockets that could possibly be jingling, did I finally realized that it was my bracelets.
*knock, knock* Anyone home?
Today I’m thankful that no one is sending me to a home for better care
Doing the Dance of the Children and Jingling All the Way~

























