Today is one of those days. I am feeling scattered and discontent, despite the fact that I am surrounded by blessings.
I don’t know why, but I’ve been talking like a gangsta. Only to Steve, though. And he hates it.
Rolo began a barking fit at three o’clock this morning.
Rolo began a barking fit at three o’clock this morning.
“But if you move to Vancouver and get engaged to Steve while you’re living on the West Coast, then we’ll never get to go wedding dress shopping together!” my mom exclaimed.
On August 31, 1955, Elsie Arp gave birth to a little girl and named her Sharon. Sharon grew up on a farm in small town Saskatchewan and was a lovely girl with long golden locks of hair.