Call Her Baby!
Nikki, our Vietnamese manicurist, overheard Carl say: “Donna, what do you think about that?” Nikki piped up as she was doing my nails: “You don’t call her Donna! You call her Baby!” I turned and looked at Carl and said, “She’s right. I’m not Donna to you. I am “Baby!” We laughed about it because…
Sweets and Sweet Advent
It seems irreverent to combine Advent and sweets into my blog title today, but hear me out! I’m going somewhere with this! I sat by a kind man last Sunday at church. He said “Happy Thanksgiving” to me; I said “Merry Christmas” to him. He patted his tummy and told me he had way too…