Those Maassives are just plain gross. Tinkerhog, for the love of Pete, stop trying to be something and someone you can never be. It’s a bad look on you. Also, you realize those Huns won’t want you around when your fempire falls, right?
I’ve missed you guys. I’ve been reading here and there. I’ll try to make my broken wrist fall short. I am the youngest of seven and the only girl. My aunt and uncle adopted me when I was 4. Most of my brothers and their families came for my kids graduation. He is the last grandchild to go to university. My parents are staying with us for a while. My dad is beginning to be very forgetful so I had my mom stay. My dad loves my Guyguy and they were out on my balcony off of my room. My mom is everything Tinkerhog wishes she was. A true grand lady, dressed up, hair and makeup flawless ( except for the too skinny gene, we are loving opposites). We were a little worried about leaving my dad on the balcony with the baby. My dad’s grandfather built this house ( it’s triggered memories for him and thats why I wanted him to stay). Like the idiot I am, I pushed really hard on the railing and fell into a tree. My ankles have been rebuilt already so we are watching that, but my wrist will need fixing. I cracked my ulna straight through. Looking like Friday will be the day. Chemo saps the calcium out of you and I never took it seriously. I will from now on.
