I predict I'll be unemployed by August 14.
I'm not sure where I'm going to go from there or what I'll do.
I should probably be worried or afraid. But I'm not.
What's wrong with me?
When I got home from work the other day there was a bag with something in it on my kitchen counter. I opened the bag and in it was a photo of me and 3 of my sisters from when we were children. My dad had the photo blown up to a 5x7, and framed it. He made one for me and each of my sisters. I don't think he realizes that my oldest sister is not in the photo. I looked at it a couple times before I knew she wasn't in it. I cracked up laughing cause I know she'll be pissed. I called my sister that's a year older than me and told her oldest sisters not in the picture. She died laughing.
It was sweet of my dad to do. He still sends me snail me................and he writes and snail mails the kids too. I think it's cool.
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