Sunday, June 3, 2012

Mindy

Crashing through the door to find him limp on the mattress, our ears were still ringing. This time we waited. Ninety seconds until he rolled over laughing and pretended to shoot us, too.
at 6:52 AM

3 comments:

  1. barbaraJune 3, 2012 at 6:46 PM

    pretended, eh?

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  2. SandraJune 3, 2012 at 8:35 PM

    Ah, good one!

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  3. TrifectaJune 3, 2012 at 11:05 PM

    Thanks for linking up with us this weekend. Your writing here is crisp and tight. I hope to see you back again soon. And often.

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