From the Kitchen…

Natasha and I haven’t danced a polka in the kitchen for some time. It’s a bit unnatural. I’m not sure why because we often intersect in the kitchen during supper and snack time and making of the foodstuffs. You’d think we’d knock each other over once in awhile, or dance. On Saturday, Natasha was standing near the cupboard door that I needed to open. As I began to open the door, I said to her… “Watch your head.” Her response?Read more