Not exact matches
Do you remember that feeling being a
kid on a warm summer night, the grass under your
bare feet, and the freeing feeling of not having to
go to school the next day?
I'm sure it
goes back to my childhood — my mom had a large strawberry patch, and as
kids we would always walk out in our
bare feet, to pick (and immediately eat) the sweet, fresh berries.
So, what does one do when there are three feet of snow outside, the roads are completely impassible, the cupboard is getting
bare, and your bored
kids are about to
go crazy from watching too many back - to - back episodes of I Carly and Hannah Montana?
Except for a few minutes in the shower, you haven't seen your own
bare feet in months, you've forgotten what you look like without a puffy jacket, and if your
kids» schools declare another snow day this week you're
going to start sobbing.
Go ahead and bring the
kids - all of the above is rated PG, so the sexual innuendo, violence and flatulence are kept to the
bare minimum.
I kept
going for the
kids, but, in desperation, I
bared my soul to two sympathetic officials.
I love Kevin and Layla's idea of
going down to the
bare wood walls in the
kids room.