I have a reprieve. It is nice. After sobbing this morning while Shawn drove away "for the very last time" in the Mitsubishi, I feel comforted to know that I get to do it again tomorrow. No, really, I really do feel better. Maybe tomorrow I will be ready for the transition and I won't cry. Maybe Dr. Seuss was a Republican.
Does this look like a little girl who would grow up to be a basket case about an old car? What has happened to me in the last forty years?
2 comments:
Very cute photo! Your not a basket case. Just human!
I agree with what you say about being glad you are not a man and have to make the final decisions on important things.
Congratulations on the land, and happy BBQ ing!
I think over the last 40 years, you've gotten a lot taller.
and you have kids. not just toys to hold by the neck as you stand atop your book defiantly.
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