The Gift of Dysgraphia

If you've read my last blog, you've heard about one of the Mumford's battles. Things have mellowed out. But I've found now that I'm dysgraphic. This blog's just going to explain what dysgraphia is. I think in pictures, not words, so writing's kind of hard. That's why I'm typing. Actually, you might think half in pictures and half in words. But I think in mostly pictures and occasionally words. People think of dysgraphia as a curse, when actually it's helped many men along the way. Albert Einstein thought in pictures, along with Leonardo da Vinci and Thomas Edison. They all had the GIFT.

Sunday at the Mumfords

On Sunday, we started to battle. Alex jumps around. Zach takes the gun and starts shooting everyone with rubber discs. Nigel jumps in and starts attempting to make a booby trap. Zach gives the gun to Tim, who immediately shoots Alex. Things start to settle down. Now everybody's trying to tackle Dad. Still at it. When's Dad going to break a bone? Alex is lying on the floor moaning. Zach fakes kicking him. That's a normal Sunday at the Mumford's.