I have a funny story to tell you. At the old-enough-to-know-better age of 43, I have sustained a running injury. Actually, that’s not the funny bit. The funny part is that I have started running. Continue reading “Running not walking”
Have you ever wondered what happened to the five little ducks who went swimming one day, over the hill and far away? Or even how that Mummy duck felt when finally only one little duck came back? No. I haven’t either. Until now that is. I now know that two of those goddamn little ducks ended up in our garage.
The following post is a guest post by J, he is 7 and he is my son. Enjoy…
Ladybird Ladybird fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children all gone,
All except one and that’s little Ann,
And she’s crept under the warming pan.
…GREEN!
Beautiful, bountiful, lush Swiss Spring Greens.
Life of Ryrie 