My daughter thinks I am very old. I know this because she tells me all.the.time.
However, I am only thirty-six. And I feel like I am running out of memories about which to write. Or maybe I really AM getting old and just can’t remember them anymore.
Either way, that spells disaster for the weekly Remember the Time Blog Hop that Emily of The Waiting and I have been co-hosting for months now. Luckily, we have formed a disaster preparedness task force team (which is basically me and Em chatting over Skype while she simultaneously tries to keep her daughter from Continue reading “Remember the Time We Ran Out of Memories?”