I caved. Though I think it would be fun, I’m too seriously afflicted with self-diagnosed ADD to write a book. This seems like a much more temporary solution for documenting for my children the randomness that is my life…and thought process.  Why sangs? Why not, really?

Me to Megan, in Vito-voice: “Hellie come ‘eeeeere.  I gotta tell you a few saaangs.”
Megan to me in Megan voice: “Hellie.  What the hell is a sang?”
Me to Megan, in Vito-voice: “You know…sssaaaangs.”

So that’s “sangs” … that and it just happens to be an incorrect past tense of something I enjoy doing in the shower, at church and with old men in bars.  Ooo, pun.

This is a sister sang.

Love,

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