My friend and I went over to her mom’s place this week to cleanse her apartment.
I don’t mean “clean,” I mean, help her give the old heave-ho to some evil spirits lurking in her bedroom.
My friend and I went over to her mom’s place this week to cleanse her apartment.
I don’t mean “clean,” I mean, help her give the old heave-ho to some evil spirits lurking in her bedroom.
I had asked my husband once why, with the plethora of terms of endearment – honey, sweetheart, babe, pookie – he called me his angel.
“Because you save me every day,” was his simple reply.
I mentioned in a January post that my friend Pam, had come up with this “six and six” idea, where we try something new together every month. Continue reading “Calling all Angels”