Sweetie Berry

So my fifteen year old son comes in last night and says “you have my cell?” No. A short time later he and son1 find the cell right where son2 got out at school, after having been run over perhaps 100 times by cars, bikes, and people. Needless to say its defunct. This morning same…

There is nothing so comforting as an afternoon with a friend. It was surely wonderful to visit with you Mrs. Goofy and to see your lovely home! hugsSweetie