lost and found
At Ikea yesterday, buying a chair for K's mom's birthday, we found the keys to someone's Range Rover and lost my necklace.
At work this past week an important person was rude to me and then apologized.
I'm putting away the sweaters today, I have a beach trip planned with K for tomorrow.
Every day, Oldest texts me photos of his tattoo work. Last week he realized he will have to deal with his and his client's emotions when he does memorial work - something he had not counted on.
We've mailed the deposit for Art School. Youngest and I are daydreaming about a college wardrobe for him.