He got a Dinner & Show, whether he wanted it or not.
Author: The Snow Melts Somewhere
As I wait for the snow to melt, up here in the far North, I daydream of palm trees and join my kids for adventures in our living room. Come join us!
You can call me Snow.
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The green grass in the football arena is plastic. It’s the only grass I’ve seen all year. My kid runs after the football, high-fiving pals I didn’t even know he knew. At bedtime, he makes my hair into a unicorn horn. ”This is nice! I’ve always wanted to be a unicorn!” I reply dutifully. ”I […]