I started my morning off in that not-so-good-way. You know…in a FOUL mood. No excuses, just tellin’ ya. On the way to work, I realized how late I was (I had morning duty) and muttered something like, “Oh crap.” Frick, my sweet Frick, says from the back seat,
“Mama, it’s ok. You’re my best Mama. We are your best babies.”
Why, yes, you guys certainly are.