Stacia was found in a recliner upstairs. She was sniffy an old cologne bottle. "Mmmmm.....smells like my daddy." She's right. I know how she feels. I saved the bottle.
That is an owie - not chocolate - she fell out of a swing and landed on her face (forward is messed up too).
Choosing Joy!
©2010 D.R.G.
~Coram Deo~
Living all of life before the face of God...
Stacia: What a nice smell..... huh! l/p G'Ma T.
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