Saturday, June 6, 2015
Monday, June 1, 2015
I never quite seem to appreciate what we have when we have it. I'm not sure why that is, but it's the case regardless. Every fall Mad Natter goes into hockey, and I whine and complain about being out of the house at the crack of dawn (literally) on Saturdays and Sundays from September to March. Then the summer comes, and I revel in the not-early mornings. This year, though, I let a few voices get to me.