In case you want some flowers of your own

This isn’t a real post, because if it was, I would probably be telling more vacation stories, none of which (thankfully) involve further car wreckage. Nope, this is about the many comments left on yesterday’s post about the flower my dad is sporting on his...

Hold that thought

I have many, many things to tell you about yesterday. The whole family has been getting in on the action, too—suggesting post titles, pointing out this thing or that which I simply must remember to include in the details—but it will have to wait one more...

Wait, what time is it??

I am a great big giant baby when it comes to jetlag. This is, of course, because I am a delicate flower in general, and when you take a delicate flower and plunk her down someplace where time is magically 3 hours different, no amount of “oh, there’s no...

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