It's been quiet lately where my friend Ann is concerned, which is why I haven't written about her.
She's driving me nuts with her "skids."
About how unbelievably adorable they are.
How incredibly intelligent they are.
How they're so amazingly talented at soccer and basketball and skating.
Thought I'd entertain you all this Monday with the continuing story of clueless "SM" Ann, who refuses to listen to the voices of experience and knows she's got it all figured out.
Can I just say my SM is the bomb? Seriously. So is my SD.
Just a little something happy for the day.
Says my friend Ann, who has now been with her boyfriend a whole three months.
A while back, I posted about my friend Ann, who was getting hot and heavy with her new hunk, Tom. If you recall, Ann has been divorced about 8 years and has a 9 year old son.
As the new year has gotten underway, I've been doing a lot of thinking about where I am , where I'm going, and where I've been.
What's the crappiest gift you ever got for Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/whatever it is you celebrate?
I haven't posted in a while, but this is what it feels like I'm doing right now. I have a dear friend who's stepping into a shit storm, and there's nothing I can say that will make any difference.
I haven't posted in a loooooong time.... I see some familiar folks, but lots of new ones too.