Wake up. Play. Eat. Play. Eat. Play. Eat. Play. Sleep.
It must have been a totally different experience growing up as a boy in the 1980s.
Chris still kind of stares at me while I’m enjoying a pork dish, with a bit of a kid-in-a-candy-store grin on his face…
I even think I did a little leap as I went through-as if that might make me more delightful upon the finding of my kitchen shears!
The Hunger Games. That was the title that I read on the cover, then set it down on the coffee table and walked away.
Perhaps a small fit of low self-esteem is no match for a little black dress!
Sunday morning for me on this particular one, means holey jeans and a hoodie. It means an entire cup of coffee and the Sunday paper!
As I was saying, even at a children’s rock concert, it wasn’t long before Chris and I were struck with unbridled excitement!