“Thank you for your troubles!” my daughter offered, outstretched arms holding a single plastic flower in a simple plastic vase. It doesn’t matter that the sentiment made no sense. It was adorable, from a kid.
(Did I mention she’d already celebrated her 16th birthday at this point?)
For a yankees player, Yogi Berra had it right a lot.
It’s getting uncrowded around here at Coach Daddy. I had a pretty good run in May, right around the BlogHer Voice of the Year announcement. I seemed to find a new normal after that, and had been on the rise. That rise appears to have plateaued.
Even New Orleans pipes down after Mardi Gras.
This is all fine for me. It means I have more time to get to more blogs.