My daughter, lablady, told me once that she had read some of my journals and what I wrote hurt her. I said, “Serves you right for snooping.” “But Mo-o-o-m!”
Making coffee. Need a boost. *sigh*
It smells so good when it’s brewing!
I’m at the point where I’d like them to feel hurt, so maybe they’d learn what they’re doing.
I had three cups of coffee, and then I found some leftovers and spinach.