Little Stories: The Case of the Crêpe
Sometimes All the time I wonder what is wrong with my brain. Like yesterday, when I went out to the garage to get Abbie’s diapers out of the dryer and saw our neighbor in the middle of our backyard, picking our fruit, and all I could think to say was hi. Not, umm… whatcha doin there?, like a normal person would. I scurried into the garage and that was that. Another awkward encounter for the […]