Our little Takle baby is a
BOY.
We are excited.
All of us.
Even Anna who wanted the “girl kind.”
And, for those who have wondered where I vanished to last week. Well, I tore a muscle in my right arm from strenuous housework. And, yes, I call the WetJet strenuous activity. It left me in too much agony to type, you see.
It has become apparent I need a housekeeper and a personal assistant. However, my budget says otherwise. Budget Schmudget.
I’ll be back with a little more substance tomorrow. I’ll pick up from this post, and how God has been dealing with my stuff.
He’s good y’all.
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