Truth

Truth is, I don't ever want to be in a coma because then all the hairs that I pluck would grow out frighteningly and unallowably long.

No Ordinary Glove

Actually, this is any ordinary glove. The only reason it became blog-worthy is by what my dad said. I believe we had just prayed as a family and the glove was innocently resting its palm on the couch. my Dad snatched it up and said, "I wonder if the police are looking for the hand this belongs to?"



Rather stunned at his comment we stared, ears risking to hear him explain, "Well, I found it at the bottom of a cliff when I was hiking up the canyon. Just one."

For Now, It's Spring

One can't help but smile in this spring sunshine.



Flowers' smiles are contagious.