When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?
That’s why you need a blog.
There were maybe five families trashier than mine growing up and one of them had a little girl who had to cut her hair because she didn’t brush it for a year and then, later, had to get rabies shots because she pet a raccoon.
I think about that a lot when I’m stressed out for some reason. It’s been on my mind all day.
FYI my doctor said I have a very small uterus and spoke to my cervix, TO my cervix, “it’s just a little guy we have to help out” and then her numbing needle slipped (“it’s a very long needle and it kind of just floated away from me”) and I’m just not going to talk about that part at all.
When it rains god’s just listening to Take Care