I really hope that this major crick in my neck didn't come from watching too much TV Friday evening. It's hard to say, but I can barely move. Roar.
So, I think dad was right. It WAS a mistake. I'm not talking about watching TV. I should've gone to UD. I should've stuck with my own kind.
You know what's funny...yesterday at the Hess family breakfast, my cousin's kid was all happy and playing until his mom came in the door. Suddenly he started whining about how his stomach hurt. Why do we do that? When we meet up with someone who we know cares about us, we start the venting. I don't think that's the way it's supposed to be. Perhaps it changes with maturity. I have not arrived there yet myself.