We had the stitches removed on Monday, and Story’s scar is healing nicely. I have a scar in almost the same place on my forehead, on the right instead of the left. My 3-year old self was walking in a pair of new shoes still connected by the little plastic “thingy” (as Sailor calls anything of which she doesn’t know the name).
The Things You Need to Think About
About Other People
Part of what helped me see the error of my ways, that of living a narrow experience of life (see previous post), was breakfast with my friend Kara. When I say breakfast, you know I mean Tandem.