My feet are cold. Jamie-my-hairdresser is having trouble with her blood sugar today (Type-1 diabetic). She’ll let me know in about an hour if she’s well enough to come over and cut hair. If not, I’ll take a hot shower, and then I’ll be fine!
Kathleen’s having a tantrum because they ate all the noodles.
I remember Jamie being diabetic. I hope she gets her sugar under control so she can cut your hair. If so, tell her I said, “HI!”
I will try to locate some photos and begin to scan some stuff if I can. I’ve got the Terminal Slows today, so some things just can’t be done with any speed faster than a snail.
My hat is old
My teeth are gold
I have a bird I like to hold
My shoe is off
My foot is cold.
My shoe is off
My foot is cold
I have a bird I like to hold
My teeth are gold
My hat is old
And now my story is all told.