There are days like this. They don’t happen very often, at least not anymore. Everyone has them. A mood so foul the day itself screams – for the love of God, woman shut the hellup! It was all going so well, too.
While everyone complained loudly about the impending snow storm last week, I did a remarkable 360 and was actually happy about it, because for once it happened at the best possible time for us. It started late after we returned home from our routine Wednesday night trip to PA, and we had nowhere to go Thursday or Friday – no appointments, no obligations – and it was my weekend, so the kids were home with me anyway. Perfect. I worked Saturday night for a few hours, because the restaurant is short staffed, again. Really, how’s about I just stop reporting that? It should be the…
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The Tara Chronicles 