Consider this an love letter/tribute/ode of appreciation to my second writing home for the last four years.
A cuddly ball of fur comes into our lives to teach us love, compassion, and how to clean up an accident and disciplining while trying to hide our laughter so they know we mean business.
I knew the love and compassion part, but the cleaning up an accident while disciplining and trying not to laugh? I only learned that a few years ago.
Well, we’ve done it.
The title is not a suggestion.
My accidental Facebook find brings back a nice memory of a friend.
Allow me to be a tad nostalgic, if you will.
This is in response Michelle Malkin’s article “A Thinking Mom’s Message for Jimmy Kimmel.”