My Lord Dr King and I have been together for a long time, a very long time. We’ve been together longer than we’ve been apart and over the years we’ve had many things come and go through our lives.
You may remember back to the summer when we were in Australia, My Lord Dr king put in a doggie door for Sir Lickalot. It was time, I was his door bitch and I was getting rather annoyed with it.
The Affordable Health care Act (Obamacare) has been in for almost a year. Last year we signed up reluctantly but hopefully.
After the border crossing, we began our journey down the street being approached by everyone!
It’s not every day your husband and your boyfriend meet and I don’t advise it…
This morning, while I was quietly working in my spot, catching up on all the things I’ve neglected while travelling and getting the kids adjusted to school,
Having Father’s Day is June is something we’ve had to get used to over the years we’ve been here. In Australia it’s celebrated in September.
There’s is some news that I need to share. And because nothing is normal in this household EVER, this is not your normal type of news.
After the second week away, the King flew into JFK 5 hours late due to the torrential rain we had Friday.
Ok this week I have come across three things worthy of mention. Firstly I had to tell the King what pasties were. Which is pretty funny considering… Oh he knew what they were just not the name because pasties to us are, meat and vegetable filled pastries like pies.