Been on a cruise.
Lost weight., go figure.
Tucker has learned to go downstairs in the basement.
The tomatoes need to be picked.
Winter is coming.
I have been forced to turn on the heat.
Mary-Elizabeth does not have Mono but lots of her friends do.
I am thinking it is time to order a turkey.
Translation: Things are Good. Life is Normal.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
1 comment:
Yup, sounds like life is good. There is a lot to be said for leading routine, ordinary everyday lives. Maybe we just never thought we'd be the ones saying it.
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