These are the stories of us. These are the anecdotes of our days. This is the good bad and ugly (mostly good) of our not so unique, large (but not as large as some) family, living life to the fullest. Some of us might not have the average number of years generally allotted but we will fill each of those years with the celebration of family, friends and life
Monday, December 9, 2013
After snapping the snow shovel in half while shovelling the teenager says "the poor thing couldn't handle the massive guns on my arms"... She's just so delicate my precious princess daughter.....
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