It's a circus!!
Just kidding. She actually works at a desk in a home nursing and hospice office. This was the anniversary party that they had this summer - that my mom asked me to take a few pictures at - that I was supposed to burn to a CD and send up
nothing motivates quite like the fact that I'll be seeing her again tomorrow. Or the next day. Or maybe the day after that. YES. I'm venting.
Nothing that a little polka music can't cure I suppose.
Oh wait - what a coincidence - here comes an email from Pa now with an up to date on his making it to the wedding situation. Just a second.
Anyone have a good suggestion on where to spend a night at the bridge without making a reservation? With four kids? And a late arrival? We're onto Plan E.
This week has pretty much been a slam dunk into the toilet.
I'll bet these guys could tell me few stories to set me back on track, whaddya think?
hmph. See - just when I start moaning and groaning again - I'm reminded to quit complaining. The guy at the table on the left there is the one that told me to remember that Pa gets to work. I am thankful. Really.
But sometimes I am tempted to run away and join the circus