The grass is ris
As a child, we used to chant this little ditty while playing in mud puddles on our way to the bus: “Spring is sprung. The grass is ris. I wonda where ‘da birdies is.” Here in Michigan, it doesn’t feel...
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Today marks 2 weeks that I’ve been off work ~ two whole weeks! Yes I’ve worked some, I have to or what will greet me on my return will resemble an avalanche. But two weeks! Here are a few things...
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