Oh, your poor mom. I'm sorry she's got it so rough.
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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{{{Ginger}}} Continued ~ma to your mom. I hope the doctors get everything figured out quickly.
That's rotten, Ginger. Here's more ~ma for you and her.
Man, I hope all that unpleasantness helps her in the long run, Ginger. And I hope your work and deck and everything smooths out for you this week so you can leave without worrying about that stuff.
I'd leave in a heartbeat if my mother or sister said I should be there, but the both say wait. The whole thing is making me very twitchy.
As well it might. Not rushing to the side of a sick loved one feels wrong, even when it's the right way to go. Leaving later makes rational sense, but the twitchiness doesn't care about rational.
so sorry , ginger
I am confused. We started a fire in hte outside fire pit. In the summer , by this time I need a sweater. I am still in a tee shirt now. I am very confused
One final project (the paper) turned in!
One PowerPoint presentation to finish!
WOOO HOOO
Go you, Aimée!
Cass, insent.