Does This Mean I'm A Grown-Up?
I laugh to keep from crying!
I laugh to keep from crying!
Why don’t grown-ups have play dates? My daughter is having one right now. They chat and giggle, in matching princess costumes, moving seamlessly from one activity to another. I miss that kind of hanging out time with friends.
Like generals heading into battle, my husband, Jeffrey, and I prepared for every possible condition in readying ourselves for the arrival of our daughter.
One of the first social rules I learned in kindergarten was how hurtful it was to call people names. The second rule was that people will eventually tease you.
There was a very tall pine tree to provide cover, along with a second cover, this one fashioned out of a paper grocery store bag. And there was surveillance. Okay, maybe surveillance is too strong of a word. Let’s just say that I was on the look out. Constantly. For my mother.
How to begin? Maybe with something about my workout habits or eating habits since I’ll be blogging under the “Health and Fitness” subject.