The apartment seems dark tonight. And cold.
Tea is ready.
And while I write — and wait for my husband to return from hockey — this song pops into my head.
I hope you're having a lovely evening, friends.
I'm Nadine. Thanks for stopping by. The floors are creaky, the kids are loud, but the door's always open and the coffee's always on.
Make yourself at home.
The apartment seems dark tonight. And cold.
Tea is ready.
And while I write — and wait for my husband to return from hockey — this song pops into my head.
I hope you're having a lovely evening, friends.