Things changed quite a bit after The Deistette moved into Casa Jules back in mid-September. Changed for the better I think.
I no longer came home from work to an empty house. There was no longer evidence that the person living here subsisted on the fast food joint of the day. And my house had a different… i don’t know… different “feel”.
But Thanksgiving weekend things changed even more. We picked up The Deistette’s son. He’s four and a half. He’s small for his age and he has sent me back in time. Continue reading