Cindy and I drove from Alabama to California enjoying the beautiful western landscape and now are returning home. Every place we heard languages we didn’t speak, some we recognized like German, French, and Spanish.
Football season is almost here, get ready! My #100 cartoon!
Our children enjoyed playing outside in Mongolia, no matter the temperature.
Since most writing is editing; sometimes a whole chapter falls by the way side, but in this case the cartoon remained. If you enjoy Jeopardy like us, you may enjoy this.
This one of my favorite Knock-Knock jokes. Correct English is so hard to speak like correct Swahili, right Bob Allen?
My mom is 95 years old. I heard the story a hundred times and it never got old. My mother escaped East Germany with a friend called Kitty. Love you Momma! Ich liebe dich.
After 42 years of reading misspelled words on prescriptions, I learned smart people can spell words more than one way.
I remember saying their names (except the twins), the sound of their voices, where we spent time together either at work (USA and Tanzania), worship, or play. From double dating to carrying the coffin, I have memories. I drew this five months ago.
And we haven’t eaten cat!
I must be real smart because I can spell words more than two ways! Cindy is my spell Czech.