Hi gang! How’s life? Busy as balls? I mean bouncy-balls of course, don’t be gross.
How’s your week been because my week was kind of the worst. First of all, TAXES. Uncle Sam really had his way with me this year. Figuratively of course, stop being so gross, sheesh. I’ll spare you the dumb divorcey details but basically I didn’t get to claim any dependents and wasn’t aware of it. So that hurt me big time.
Then yesterday my son wandered away from a night-time church activity (the 12-year-old who should have known better) and was missing for long enough that we were about to get the police involved. We finally found him safe and sound, but any parent who has ever lost a kid for any period of time knows exactly what that terrible feeling feels like. It feels like terror and diarrhea.
