February 1, 2005
I was going to quit again but thought how it only takes a few minutes to do this so here I am trying again. I could have had so many stories but I thought they had to be made up when all along they were sitting inside people who all through my life had been sitting right next to me. Now that I'm part of the over the hill gang and my four cheeks are falling I know that stories hide in every orifice and most never come to the surface. My greatgrandmother lost four or five husbands. They died.