Right on Time
Annie is the queen of sneaking little gifts in her bag when we’re shopping together and I find something that interests me. The most recent time she pulle...
Author: Mrs Gray
Speaking my Language
As I watch marriages fall apart all around me, I want to share a few things Mr. Gray and I have found to help us keep the lines of communication open. I&#...
It Wasn’t at First Sight
You might remember the look of sheer terror when Baby Gray met his bike helmet for the first time at Christmas. I kept telling myself that when we really ...
Something’s Fishy
One day last week, we had Tilapia for dinner. We buy it in the individually frozen packages. It’s definitely not my favorite fish, but it has good flavor,...
The Runaround
It’s gettin’ real around here. I have a color coded calendar and schedule hanging in my closet. I’ve got a note on my mirror. I’ve...
Through the Door
Mr. Gray and I moved back to this area in 2008 after our stint at A&M. We were part of a small group at our church in College Station, and we were hungry fo...
Erik Weisz… Who?
Houdini! That’s who. He’s back. As a dog. My dog. Really. I’ll make it quick and lacking complete sentences. Sunday: Mr. Gray locked the dog&#...
Here, Piggy
Yesterday HEB had me turn my whole meal plan upside down while I was shopping. I bought a pork tenderloin (it was their Healthy at HEB special this week) to hav...
Just a Country Boy
Saturday we cruised out to The Ranch to ride and look. T and Miss A were out there hunting, and T called to say he stuck a big sow and we should come see ...