photo by uneak
I wake up and it’s sunny.
I go to bed and I can see the stars.
The weathermen predict crap weather…and it’s still sunny.
Trust me, I’m not complaining.
There are worse things to moan about…like, birthing babies (Sorry Monica!). My bold and brave sister is about to go where, well, millions of women have gone before…to the maternity ward.
Bust out the stirrups (…the Texas kind, of course)…baby Monica & Glen is on its way!
Posted by Mary Beth at 9:59 PM