Making a Mountain Out of a Mole Hill
Making a Mountain out of a Mole Hill Last Sunday at the request of my wife, who I love dearly, I spent a not-so-fun day shovel in hand, digging holes in and around our garden. This kind of request usually sends shivers up and down my spine and sends me into a tailspin of anxiety that has me anticipating the day for the entire week. Sometimes she springs the idea…