"Shelby, you're crackin' me up!" I laughed, as we gardened in the front yard.
She put on her best smile and leaned back for a belly laugh.
"No mommy," she giggled, "you're crappin' ME up!"
The life and times of one woman, a remodel, two kids, and a memory of her former career. I ask myself the same questions I hope crosses everyone's mind... Why don't they invent drive thru everythings? What does the term homemaker really imply? When did my wardrobe include spitup?