Wow. You need to meet my wife. She has CP and is the light of my life.
/johnny
/johnny
I'm just a tired old grumpy barstid. Fingers don't work so well anymore. And I have catz to feed, and they don't ask questions about what kind of meat is in the tamales.
I can deal with catz.
Prayers lifted for you and yours. Folks on this thread have served under orders, or had kids that served under orders, or both. Sometimes both.
And my dear good son-in-law would grab me by the back of the neck and say... DROP IT, DAD. So... I will, given his example. Mean little barstid..
/johnny