I like Chick fil A. Every time I go, I am greeted warmly. I am told it’s a pleasure to serve me. Even in the drive through. At other places, I am barely acknowledged as my food is thrust at … Continue reading
-
Me and my mom, circa 1980
Pages
Categories
- Adventures in Motherhood (17)
- Kid Stuff (36)
- On a Serious Note (7)
- Random Musings (48)
- Rants and Raves (9)