One never knows how they affect this thing called biological family. to me it mostly means a gross mistake when the storks were delivering eggs. but then there is karma...or is there?
I am leaving for a week to get away from this never ending list of things we are "supposed to do..." as lame moms, grandmoms, aunts, uncles, nieces...whatever...
My United States of whatever.
I am driving in a 70 something Olds station wagon with my head hanging out the window...my hair is blowing and blond. We are either on our way to Chicago or leaving there on our way to Los Vegas where my sis gets taken to the ER for some paradoxical reaction to compazine...I a wearing a white sailor suit top and my hair is the whitest blond you can find out attachment?
