I have been blessed with a hard-working man who toils unceasingly to provide for his growing family. Sometimes, however, he works too much and too hard.
When I was little my tonsils were chronically plagued with infected chunks of cheese that lurked in the caverns of my gnarled throat.
Summerland is a town of festivals. It seems like there is always a festival looming, drawing the city to its core to celebrate, play and, of course, eat mini donuts from shifty vendors in the park.
Do you know what happens on June 18th? I go back to work.
Good health is just a hop, skip and jump away for my dear girl.