Poor guy. I came home from work yesterday to find him in bed groaning to welcome me. He rarely gets sick, and I feel very sorry for him. He insists on taking me out to dinner tonight. What can I say. I’ll go, and he can eat soup. That’s no fun, but he insists.
September 11, 2014
I’m pulling my thinning hair out. I’ve now lost my third photo hosting service. When I was new at this, I thought forever meant “fore...