Music week, people. My students have to learn 25 Spanish sentences, and you could pass this test I bet. Trompeta, trombón, piano, flauta (not the fried kind), and tuba. It’s a list friendly to the English speaker. So I’ve pulled out the Steve Green, and you should hear my husband say, “Really? Steve Green?” Shhh….
I woke up in Wyoming, and I was one sad momma. Those men of mine were leaving Montana that morning, to meet up with me at my mom’s (where I had helped host her annual, two-day, killer garage sale.) This was the week. The week where we would be seeing our youngest in the rear…
“Give me the keys!” he said in a rush. “Why?” I asked. “Caleb left his tassels at home,” he said. This was an hour and a half before graduation, and there was no way we were lettin’ that kid cross the stage without his magna cum laude tassel. (See how I slipped in that bold-faced…
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