A young Spanish girl was named Carmen Cohen. Her mother called her Carmen and her father called her Cohen. By the time she was twelve, she didn't know if she was Carmen or Cohen.

We used to have two old single size air matresses from DH’s childhood camping days which we would take back in the days when we were young and foolish and travelling, to sleep on friends’ floors. One had a slow leak, and whoever was sleeping on it would wake up pretty much flat on the floor in the morning. Strangely, it didn’t occur to us to mark the leaky one so we knew which one to toss when we got home 🤷‍♀️ Eventually we tossed both.

DD getting hugged by an elephant.

Jeb yours brought back memories. Growing up on the top floor of an apartment building, sheesh just walking around the apartment could provoke the dreaded broom.