Exactly a month after Dave's dad passed away, we were at his house, just Dave and I, on a Saturday night. Earlier that day, we had attended a celebration of life for Dave's cousin, Peggy, then went to see the sunset when we "accidentally" wound up going over the bridge on to Sanibel. Since we … Continue reading Saturday, In the Parker – Part Two
Two people in three days have said to me, "Oh, you didn't know you were a bitch?" Maybe I need to take a look at me being a bitch.