Waffle House with the Family.
Of course, none of our cell phones ever work. They were calling us. We were calling them – and none of the calls were going through – until….. we were sitting right across from each other in the restaurant.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Can you believe this is my very last year of being in my 50’s. Where does the time fly to. If I live to 120, I might be able to accept I “might” be middle-aged, but I don’t feel like it. I wonder what I want to be when I grow up. hmmmm Actually, I read that if you haven’t grown up by the time you are 50 – You Don’t Have To. I Like That!