not ours. mom and dad, nama and papa or richard and merle. 40 years. well, not today. we took them out to dinner tonight. it was good. stella mare’s. it was good, selfishly less than stellar though.
i hate it when i order something and it comes and it isn’t the right thing, but the waitress tells me it is. i wanted to say that i come here to eat the same thing. i have ordered it the last three times. this isn’t it. she wouldn’t have listened though. it doesn’t matter. it wasn’t about me and my stupid beef. mom and dad had a great time.
question of the day: happiness is…
laughing until my stomach hurts with family. . . ..
The smiles of my nieces.
“Mommy, I love you to heaven and back and heaven and back and heaven and back…”