The bear was in storage for almost five years, but I want him on display, now that I have gotten rid of most of the clutter and debris in my life.
The little guy needs a place of honor. He will go to my son when I die, so I want the bear preserved.
Well, phooey. I went to Central Piedmont to pay Tom’s tuition, and they were closed. I texted Tom to send me his username and password, so I can pay online. I hope he gets it to me by this weekend, or I’ll have to take Kathleen over there on Monday and wait in line, loudly.