NOTES FROM ONE CRAZY LIFE OF JUGGLING WHACKADOO FAMILY STUFF WHILE WRITING, EDITING, CRAFTING, WRITING POETRY, DABBLING IN ART, AND REVISING. OH, AND PUBLISHING ROSE & THORN JOURNAL. FOOLISHNESS AND MAYHEM IS SURE TO ENSUE.
WE'LL SHARE SOME LAUGHS AND FOOD FOR THOUGHT, THEN DISH UP SOMETHING YUMMY FROM THE KITCHEN.
LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULLER!
GUMBO WRITER (ANGIE LEDBETTER)
I've been on a long six-hour journey, and am exhausted, so this post will be short. My youngest son was going to a friend's birthday party out in the country at dusk, traveling down unlit sharp-turning roads. Long story short, he was forced off the road by an oncoming driver who crossed the center line. Son (aka Court Jester) had no choice but to hit the huge ditch and embankment. In doing so, he went airborne and then the car's rear flipped over the front and also spun 180 degrees. The cops couldn't believe he'd missed the huge electrical pole and trees lining the embankment. Miraculously, my baby didn't get a scratch even though the vehicle is totalled. Thankfully, he had on his seat belt. I've just got two things to say: Thank You, God, and everyone hug your babies today!
Now, here's a little something you might enjoy in the form of a third grade class assignment: