You can’t die! Who would I have to tell me about Driving Adventures??
I shouldn’t have to do a lot of things I’ve had to do since moving into this place, but there it is.
It seems that Chuck will only be on property “by appointment,” so I’m going to email him and hope the head office is monitoring his emails. I need to have the mulberry suckers cut, and it needs to be done soon. Otherwise, I’ll see if someone from the ward has a Sawz-All and can do a 15 minute job for me.
I was putting notes in Chuck’s mail drop but if he isn’t here, he’s not going to read them.
We did not die. It wasn’t even as scary as the earlier one. And my hair is shorter. Now we’re going to Walmart, and I’m driving!