If you're ever at our house for very long, you might hear one of Mom's Agatha Christie audio books. I bring this up because of Hercule Poirot, the little Belgian detective who routinely caresses his luxuriant "mustaches". It got me thinking... that Hercule Poirot has nothing on me and my "mustaches"!So Mom said I could do …
The eyes are the window to the soul... When I was called for jury duty in October of last year, during the interviewing of the prospective jurors, there was a discussion about something called "CSI". When it was my turn, I was asked if I had understood the questions and answers of the people before me. …
...a little slumber... Mom? Are you up?Mom? It's morning! Are you up?It's mo-o-orn-ing! So, are you up?Well, are you?MOM! Okay, Foster, I'm up. Are you hungry? Are you ready for your snack? Nope, I just wanted to play!
Nana's Whimsical World 