
Massey wanted to feel festive yesterday, so she found herself some green and red. Then she said “woof woof woof” which loosely translates to “Happy Christmas.” She later informed Mom and Dad that we shouldn’t cut the grass when its so wet.

So, I’m not exactly sure where to begin. This actually happened back in October, but it still stings…and, thus, I’ve been putting off writing this blog. Unfortunately, it needs to be told (if only to pay respects). I’ve gone through many titles in my head… “Good Memories”, “Tears”, “Thank You Insurance”, “Put the Thing in…