That 70s Show has been on for years now. Shouldn’t it be That 80s show by now?
I like watching The Weather Network, because that freaky new age music they play makes me feel like I’m about to take off in an airplane.
Yesterday, my son (who is tall but built like a brick backhouse) took his popsicle and then purposely sat on one of my flowering plants in the garden. “Maybe he thinks he’s in an Anne Geddes photograph,” my mom said and we sat watching my dirty gangly solid knee-skinned boy plopped on top of my Star of Bethlehem plant.