When it rains it pours. Each one of my children broke down last night in a total mind numbing fit. I contemplated beating every last one of them but opted against child abuse. Instead I practiced talking calmly to them allowing them to regain their composure before I punished them. The method delayed my evening relax time but was eventually successful. I think it is a keeper.
Shrimp and Grits
To celebrate the holiday, Hank made shrimp and grits with mounds of butter and cream.
I choose to nearly eat my weight in chips (Doritos to be exact).
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