So much so that practicing the piano is almost rendered impossible.
Until you find a pair of sunglasses to recreate that blissful dim state.
Then, of course, it's best to act like this:
I have such weird kids.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
When You Spend Most of Your Time Under Clouds...
It tends to be unbearable when a little weak sunlight manages to filter through the windows.
So much so that practicing the piano is almost rendered impossible.
Until you find a pair of sunglasses to recreate that blissful dim state.
Then, of course, it's best to act like this:
I have such weird kids.
So much so that practicing the piano is almost rendered impossible.
Until you find a pair of sunglasses to recreate that blissful dim state.
Then, of course, it's best to act like this:
I have such weird kids.
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We are weird around here too. Hyrum is practicing the piano right now. He has this one song he's really into. Here are the words:
Donkeys like to munch on carrots. Carrots don't like that at all. He, Hah, He, Hah, listen to the donkey call. It is kind of nerdy.
We are weird around here too. Hyrum is practicing the piano right now. He has this one song he's really into. Here are the words:
Donkeys like to munch on carrots. Carrots don't like that at all. He, Hah, He, Hah, listen to the donkey call. It is kind of nerdy.
sorry that is on there twice. I don't know what happened. If you read it and then forget it you can just read it again without out moving your eyes that much.
Mom you have never said something so nice to me.
"I have such weird kids . . ."
Can I quote you sometime?
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