Twas the night before Christmas and all you can hear, is the sound of two moppets, shrieking laughter. (My ears). Oh well, I’ll take that over fighting and crying any day. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good, if not quiet, night.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
