Blood, Sweat, and Tears

"Writing styles are not easy to come by, they are forged by fire, they are cooled by the tears of ones own eyes, and they are oiled by the authors own blood; sheathing that style is an entirely new level of pain." - Shy willow

Friday, May 24, 2013

She is Sneezing at Me Garble

Good morningish, nearly noon!

I have been away for various reasons, but have a bunch that will be positing at various times thought the next several days... my apologies to those who have my feeds on their pages.

So the other night, Who-Rae came from her bedroom which she shares with her older sister. She was obviously upset, had been woke, and was very irritated. So, upon asking my sweet nearly three year old what was bugging her she said "Lana keeps sneezing at me". 

So I assumed she was dreaming, and quite a crazy dream that a person would continue to sneeze at someone.

So taking her back into her room, she pointed at her nearly comatose sister, and said "See I told you!"

There nestled into her pillow, Sweet Pea was happily snoring oblivious to the distress she caused her little sis.

I laughed so hard it brought tears to my eyes. Reminded me of the many nights that I wanted to point at Conan and say - "See I told ya, you keep me awake!!" 

Thanks for stopping by!- Jenn

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