No matter who is in “the accident,” my thought is what about my kids? Even though they are grown and beyond the “mommie days.”
I hope, when I die, I can do so as gracefully as Helene did yesterday. She died in her sleep, and on her table were all the documents that were needed to see that she was not robbed blind. I admired the “old” gal, though she was not much older than I.
ARRGGGHHHH! I’m having a meltdown!
Eat some chocolate. No melt down, please.
I did not receive a Stig picture. Maybe it’s still adrift in the wavelengths somewhere over Oklahoma.