My sassy little sedan is out of commission for a bit, but everyone walked away. Everyone involved had a derivative of one of my brother’s names. One was named Andrew. Another was named Michael, and Andrew’s father was named Rich (that’s too close to Eric for my comfort). All I needed was an eye-witness named Chadd and I would have fallen out crazy due to supernatural sibling rivalry.
Feeling… umm… hoping that I can handle self-care while still keeping the Christmas Spirit. That’s where friends and family come in… so I’m…well…
I’m looking forward to 2017.
Oceans of love and merriment over the next few holidays!