Morning at my house.

A soft echo of cursing drifts from the bedroom as a minion on my tablet yells "BELLO"* WTH- an email notification at 6am! I run into the bedroom to grab the tablet before it wakes the fuzzball; too late-it's up. Good morning, I'm sorry, kiss, coffee.. all's well in the house. Now, who's emailing me … Continue reading Morning at my house.