Do you, perchance, live in a shoe? To anybody confused about the reference, please click Tax-chick's profile. She is a Saint.
No, I live in a 15-passenger van ... which has returned from camp with only minor injuries, praise Ford.
When Sally was born, our regular babysitter who lived across the street had returned from Spring Break just a couple of hours before I had to leave for the hospital. I called her about 4 a.m., and she came over and went back to sleep on the couch. When Anoreth, Bill, Tom, and Elen woke up, she told them they had a sister. Then I was going to have Pat in my friend’s basement, but my doctor insisted I go to the hospital, and a good thing, too ...