I was in charge of organizing a basketball tournament for all the teenage girls in our church. Boyd was the referee, and don't mind me but I think he looks smashing in stripes.
This blog is my scrapbook (minus the frou-frou and the guilt). It's our family history, recorded almost in real time. It's my journal; a highly personal and perhaps eye-gougingly boring account of our day to day lives. Reader be warned.
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