I bought a sweater. I have the receipt. It wasn't time to wear it, so I put it away. I have searched everywhere I can think, and I can't find it. I have the RECEIPT. I found the other new tops. ??!
I am so ready for this fiscal year to be over. I am so ready for the election to be over. Apprehensive about the outcome, but ready to move on.
My 79 year old mother, who uses a walker and is having a hard time getting around, has taken up water volleyball. She told me with amazement she stood in the pool for an hour (OK, clinging to the side) and scored a point. Now this woman has not been able to stand for more than 5-10 minutes for years. Well, good for her. I hope they have a hot tub so she can soak out the soreness.
2 comments:
Hooray for your mother! Good on her! That is great! And I do not have your sweater. You no doubt put it in a very safe place... You will find it, but not until next Summer. :-) (Been there, done that...)
That is wonderful news about Agnes! The gal's got some gumption! But then again, she always has been pretty feisty!
It is clear that you put the sweater in the Special Place. I hate it when that happens.
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