I'm starting a new dynamic to this digital journal.
The Guest Blogger who will occasionally
share something on their heart.
I have one brave soul working on a draft
so I thought I would retell a scene from yesterday which involves someone
who refuses to have anything to do with story telling on paper (or word processor).
We're working on it though.
Thus, the guest blog idea.
Several days ago set against the backdrop of loud footsteps marching to my bathroom:
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| (photo from months ago this is not the hair culprit) |
"Mama, I am so sick of finding hair in my food.
Remember those scrambled eggs a long time ago?
And now this hot chocolate. I just swallowed a piece of hair.
And last night when I was baking cookies
and pulled them out of the oven,
they had a LONG piece of hair on them
straight from the oven.
This is gross"
(pouring out entire cup of freshly made hot cocoa in my sink).
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