Check the board often, but don't often have much to say these days. Just don't understand all the !@#%$
that transpires for so little reason. Thank you, St. Peter, for putting up with us, flawed though we may be!
Work has been a whirlwind lately. We're busy trying to get our new union organized and ready for negotiations and trying to get a levy passed (it did!) at the same time.
Brianna turned three a few days ago. Always a bittersweet day for me. I remember calling JoAnnie at 6:00 in the morning to tell her that we had a baby on the way...and knowing that she would be up, because she was getting ready to go to a different hospital for tests hospital that confirmed her mets. "It's a good sign, don't you think?" she asked. How I wish she had been right!
I had lunch with Benito today. We should be celebrating her birthday this week. Instead, we continue to grieve over her loss. I do hate this friggin' disease!
Jo-Ann, how is that rototiller, girl? Keeping you warm at night? LOL I am SO jealous. I be happy with just a little one! Becky, I haven't had a "Brother George" report lately. You keeping him in line? Or has he been out chasing skirts again? And Cathi...well, you know I love you, sweet and wonderful lady. Quit sitting on your hands. God didn't intend for them to be sat on, I don't think.
Take care, ladies.
Love and hugs...