A plethora of buscapades, a quartet of affirmations, and a smörgåsbord of religions to chose from…
~Monday~ The bus driver this morning was Wrong Way Willie—I just now named him although he earned his name two weeks ago. Madonna and Genetically-Beautiful Daughter got off at the stop after I got on, and Sophia’s hair was not tied up, which always makes her look precociously old, reminding me of Donna Summer’s hair … Read more