He, that guy in the photo below, went to fetch her, and his phone was about blowing up with desperate texts and messages he could not answer because a guy cannot text and drive.
Exactly James' scenario while we were sending him messages while he was at damned WORK and DRIVING HOME. Where are you? blah, blah, blah. We didn't know he was at work.
Working on family communication.
Yesterday I invited all the kids to breakfast. "Dad's cooking. Cabin breakfast." A bunch of them arrived after church and ate, and had fun with us. It was great.
She was so angry she LEFT the game.
These old plastic horses appeared from underneath someone's bed. They were fun, except for a few broken legs. Horses are fragile as much as they're powerful
All the holidays have cleared out, though I dragged up Christmas cookies from the freezer this morning.
Always love. Good night, Val
Love you all, Val, aka MOM, aka GRANDMA