Hours from home, stopping for a bathroom break at a gas station, Logan spots a familiar-looking box on the shelves. "Mommy! I figured out where Grandma bought my cornbread!"
Logan saw this statue in Artesia:
and said excitedly, "Mommy, I know why they made that statue!" Expecting something about the importance of librarians, I asked, "Why?" Logan: "because she was reading a book and they shot her!"
Good news! The snow is melting!
Shane just walked by me saying, "Bye-bye! Love you!"
'Bout time he got a job.