That was the saying on my favorite ME t-shirt that is long gone to the rag pile. When BG graduated from high school, my brother and his wife gave her a copy of Dr. Seuss's "Oh..the places you will go." with some big bucks tucked inside. Since then she's been to hell and back a couple of times with multiple trips to Martin on her slow but steady path toward a BSW. Saturday, she will walk and that chapter will close. In true social worker fashion she convinced her elderly grandparents that it is not a doable thing for them to climb bleachers and sit for four hours straight just to be present at an event. Especially when Mom wouldn't even be able to see her. Big Ernie works in mysterious ways.
As karma would have it, an old friend of mine is opening a restaurant about a mile down the highway that will be delivering meals to them, not just next week, but whenever they need them. It's a win-win proposition for both the business and the shut-ins, if you know what I mean. Nothing like a good old plate lunch to lift somebody's spirits.
This will be my last post until we get to the beach, providing somebody brings a laptop. Otherwise, I'll catch ya'll on the flip side of graduation vacation. Hopefully with a much nicer tan and at least one prospective Sugardaddy. Should you drop by the house next week, don't be surprised if Cassie Rae and the dogs greet you. They've got a date :)
And yes. There will be pictures of the beach bunnies.