I…am in complete shock. This blog turns a month old tomorrow and I could not be more excited about reaching this milestone. I’ve met so many wonderful people in this community and grown exponentially as an editor and as a simmer. There will of course be a gift which will be announced in the next couple of post but for now let’s do some shoutouts:
why is my search engine suddenly set to yahoo? i have never used yahoo ever and i am so confused??? i have chrome, and all of a sudden google isn’t set as default?
turns out this is indicative of a virus, pray for my laptop everyone. i may just be getting a new computer sooner rather than later
why is my search engine suddenly set to yahoo? i have never used yahoo ever and i am so confused??? i have chrome, and all of a sudden google isn’t set as default?
OMG TY SO MUCH @harrybuts for doing these for me! I sold my soul to apple long ago, so just ty Mack for doing these for me! I especially love Bethany’s doodle.
Parent group meetings had become Matais’ favorite part of the week, other than Saturday morning breakfasts with Parker of course. They were the only time he ever got to see…her. He was so busy at the station lately. And it would be inappropriate to go to her house if not related to the investigation. So Matais waited for their weekly meetings with baited breath, all for the chance to see her.
A: Hey Matais! How was Parker’s recital?
She had leaned in to hug him, and of course he couldn’t refuse. This was the closest he had been to her in a very long while. He liked it, but he knew he shouldn’t. The investigation was still pending. He was still looking for her husband. He couldn’t let his feelings for her get in the way of the search for Gavin. He might still be out there somewhere, although every part of Matais wished that Gavin would remain missing for all eternity.
A: Matais, you gonna answer me? How was the piano recital?
M: (blushing) Oh, it was great. The piece she played was pretty advanced, or so her teacher tells me. I really don’t know. But she played beautifully.
A: I’m sure she did. Now let’s head up and meet up with the others. You know I love hearing Mila tell us all about the woes of an adult son still living at home.
M: Yeah, right…you think Raymon’s gonna be late again?
A: He always is. Considering the man has to come all the way from Newcrest, I’m not surprised.
Laughing, the two headed upstairs to join the other parents Matais had gotten to join his group, and like always, Raymon was indeed late.