…is for Fatty. Yes, I call him Fatty. No, it is not his given name. Yes, he responds to it. No, he is not fat.
…is for family. I am blessed with a wonderful family – the small little one that lives in this house and the much larger, extended one that lives all over the place. I wouldn’t be who I am without all their love.
…is for frogs. I like these cute little critters. I find them incredibly charming. And that whole business about having to kiss a lot of them before you find your prince? True.
…is for flip flops. I have 7 pairs in rotation. These are the dirtiest by far.
…is for French. I used to speak it fluently. In fact, as a child I went to French camp (love that place!). Of course, if I were to spend a week in France (wouldn’t that be nice?), I think it would come back.
…is for fabric. Of course.