Went to Mom’s for Christmas. My sister was there and I got to tell her how proud and jealous of her I am. J I don’t know if he doesn’t like us, or is shy. When he does talk, it’s like I don’t get it. That’s okay though.
I keep going over everything, and I’m trying to sabotage the day. It was a very very fun day with my family. I loved it a lot.
S scared me to death driving – and then yelled at me. I might be overreacting. I don’t know. I know curbs were run over, and veers to the left were often. Then the running the stop sign, stopping in the middle of the road and making the guy who had the right of way go around us was not a good thing.
Doesn’t matter. We got home safe and happy and full.
I do love my life.
