School has just started. New teachers, principals, and bus drivers must become acquainted with my children and their personalities. The majority of my free time is spent standing at the end of my driveway waiting for the school bus. I make the bus trip 5 times a day – showing up at least 5 minutes early for each bus. The other day I was bent down petting our kitten that had followed us to the bus stop. Next thing I know I’m on my butt down in the mud (it had rained the last 4 days). Some force of nature had rammed into me while I was bent over and sent me sprawling. I look up just in time to see Fern cover her mouth with her hand. In her haste to get to the kitten she didn’t realize she was going to batter-ram me with her head. This, folks, is why I call my tiny beauty a moose.
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