Ella is a boxer.
Ella is a mess.
One day I had just gotten a call from work and it was Sunday. I don't really like working on Sunday if I can help it. So, I was a little put out.
I was riding in the car with Lynette and I asked her to say something funny.
She said one word, "Ella". We both instantly received pictures in our brains of Ella and all of her cuteness and character and we both laughed loudly.
If we are ever feeling a little down or blue, our word has become "Ella".
Just thinking about Ella and we can't help but smile.
2 comments:
Brad, just got all caught up on your vacation blogs, etc... I must say you are quite the accomplished blogger at this point. A lot of your writings remind me a lot of old Louis L'Amour books. Don't know why, they just do. And I dig that about them. Keep it up.
See, it's not just me!!!! :) Keep on writing!
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