They weren’t the first words out of my mouth this morning, but they should have been. Why? Because it’s the first of the month! For good luck, you had to say “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit” before you said anything else. (Go on… you can say it now and it will still sort of count).
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Today, I feel like Virginia Woolf.
……(me whistling, looking around the room……)
……(waiting)……????
One day too soon I will turn around and wonder where his childhood went. I know this will happen because I am warned about it constantly. It’s what mothers of big kids say to mothers of little ones and they say it with such conviction and always a touch of sadness.
I’m today’s Guest Post Writer on Nerd’s Eye View. Go on, take a look!
I wanted to post something for you but I was stuck in traffic for several days with a contagious illness and both kids came down with the chicken measles.
Also, I was in Canada and I couldn’t find the Interweb.
Also, I was down.
To celebrate our 50th post here at Snapdragon Ink, let’s take a look at our reader mail shall we? [dig...dig...rummage...dig] Oh look, here’s a good one:
Ali Taylor of Cleveleys would like to know:
"What's the matter with Joanne....
Does she have writer's cramp?"
Well, Ali Taylor of Cleveleys, your concern for my welfare is touching and I’m glad you asked.
I was raised by two hard-working parents but it was more my mother who formed the way I work on the home front (and yes, Dad, I do know that you make a good stew). It was not unusual for my Mum to shift a load of topsoil or stack a cord of wood in a day and then head inside to sew some curtains, for example. She is not one to sit down for any length of time. Growing up, if my Dad asked, “Where’s your mother?” one of us might answer, “She’s outside painting the grass.”
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