Black Cherry, Grape, Something freaky with blue lemonade.
Last night I took a few minutes to
I am Not. Good.
I do believe I know enough about what I'm doing to know what I'm doing wrong, but it's a matter of making my right foot and both hands work the way they should, doing different things. Practice practice.
Do you think my socks shrank a little in the dryer?
They still fit fine.
My son, the ham. Smiling for the camera:
He posed and smiled when I pointed the camera at him. I'm not sure what's up with his eyebrows.
*chronic illness in this case being a series of head colds that make me whiny