So it's just past 6:30 as I write this. Youth group starts at seven. Where the h ell is she? LINDZ? LINDZ? WHERE ARE YOU? It takes 1/2 an hour to drive in good conditions & the conditions are not optimum. Oh wait. Phone's ringing. It's her. She just left the doctor's office & is on her way here. Isht. We're gonna be late. Oh well. Late, I can handle. Not going, I can't. So before I start to hyperventilate from nerves/stress, buh-bye. Any minute. She'll be here any minute.
Love always,
Vickey
1 comment:
Lol, I hate being late too. Unfortunately it's one of the things I do really well, and all the time :o)
Sara x
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