I admit, I do not know this blogger or her family personally. Although, I am strongly considering asking if she will legally adopt me. It is more than obvious she is beyond talented. Her very well written and comical content is put in a perspective most relatable, smooth flowing, and just darn funny as heck – and of course, you fall in love with her and her family instantly. My family and I have instantaneously became huge fans, which I can only hope is not confused with “internet stalking”, LOL.
In my opinion, there is not an anti-depressant strong enough that will do the job I feel her witty humor can do naturally….offer instantaneous true happiness and laughter.
A huge shout out to you Chewing Crayons and Delaware! When you’ve got my teenagers hooked, you’ve gotta know there is something there! Bountiful Blessings from the west side of the USA.
My brother, Uncle Fun, got all the good stuff when we were growing up. He was the one that got the roller-blades, the bunk-bed, and all the good allergies. Now, I’ll grant you this, food restrictions were simply not cool back in the 80’s, but they’re rip roaring trendy right now and I’m feeling a bit left out.
Not only do none of us have any riveting hipster names, like “Jansen” or “Ryker,” none of us here have any reason to read food labels. Having no food restrictions means we can’t claim, “I’m so sorry Aunt Myrtle, I can’t eat your Figgy Pudding because I’m allergic to figs,” at those horrific family get-togethers that require such atrocious pudding traditions.
You see, Santa, I believe some allergies could improve my friendships. Having severe allergies and near anaphylaxis has resulted in deeper relationships for Uncle Fun. Uncle Fun can tell who…
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