And the seasons, they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look Behind, from where we came And go round and round... Continue Reading →
My granddaughter, Morgan. Born 2 months premature at 4.5 lbs. That was 3.5 months ago and now she's thriving at 10 lbs. She says Happy New Year!
A new year falls upon us like your sloppy drunk buddy trying to get you to drive them home after closing time. You don't want to - but you know you have to get on with it or they'll kill someone trying to drive home rather than pony up for an Uber.
