Today was cold and wet and rainy and I want my mommy.
But PD and I had the most wonderful shrimp Alfredo for dinner.
I’m sick of the campaign phone calls. Hank Williams Jr. called last night. Shouldn’t he be busy singing or something?
I got my quarterly statement from my brokerage service the other day. I’m scared to open it. I mean petrified. PD said, “Well then don’t open it.” I said “Ok.”
I’m going to bed now.