Every summer my cousin Andy and I would be sent to our Uncle's farm. When we were kids it was great running everywhere, swimming in the pond and playing up in the hay loft. We were left to our own devices most of the time.
Sherrie called to tell me she was nearby, about three miles from my house so I immediately closed the blinds and lit two pumpkin-scented candles. I didn't pull the Murphy bed down because I didn't want to seem overly presumptuous...plus I wanted her to s ... [read more]