I’d tell you all about my experience with amnesia but frankly, I can’t remember much about it.  My beloved can, however. What I DO remember was taking down curtains in our son’s room, prepping for his impending boomerang.  They haven’t been washed since they first went up, and the room is, frankly, a wee bit … Continue reading Amnesia…It’s Not All It’s (Head) Cracked Up To Be… →