It’s not chocolate on my lip, it’s blood. I wish it was chocolate – Dove dark chocolate to be exact. So I busted my lip for the first time in my life the night before last during all the commotion over Béni. I honestly don’t care, it was a small price to…
It’s been over 12 hours, and I’m still shaken up. Béni almost died last night. It was a normal evening – John and I were even trying to get to bed a little early, because we haven’t been getting enough sleep lately. I went to take Béni down to go…
The title of this post makes me want to get back in bed. Unfortunately, I can’t do that for another 10 hours, so for now, I’ll just tell you about all the things I did not do this past week. Welcome to “Not Me!” Monday – a chance for everyone…