Sitting at Caribou, Jennifer was meeting me there soon. This was quite the place this morning. Extremely large group of elderly men visiting and sipping coffee. Never in my life have I been greeted with such a boisterous chorus of Good Morning Miss! I then overheard a conversation between two men declaring their love for the groups Boston and Chicago and singing their songs over and over again. And they were super busy and we made the mistake by taking the last table by the bathrooms. Revolving door of self conscious people entering and exiting. The best part was realizing that my brand new leggings that I am wearing for the first time today are completely see through. Jennifer asked me what I was doing after coffee. I told her nothing. Because apparently I need to go home and change my pants. 🙄#fortheloveofallthingsholy #leggingsarepants #cantmakethisstuffup
I may have been told more than once that I talk too much. So to spare my family and friends much turmoil, this blog was created. Tales of Wonder. Tales of Woe. Often of heartache and love. Stories about my special needs son and my spunky daughter. Moments of Joy and Hope and stories about what I would do differently if given the chance. Stories that only I can tell. Here you find a little of everything. And you will want to return for more.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I Know What That Means- By: Kelli J Gavin for Writers Unite!
I Know What That Means By: Kelli J Gavin After my family moved to Minneapolis three years ago, my parents refused to visit us in our ne...
-
Absolutely 100% my worst pet peeve? When someone tells me to smile. Please do not tell me to do this. If I am told to smile, I immediat...
-
Long Overdue Kelli J Gavin My friend returned from overseas last week. She has been gone for over three months. I missed her and continued t...
-
When the grass sways from the mighty wind And hits my ankles and brushes my legs I fondly remember a simpler time when I thought being ou...
-
I Know What That Means By: Kelli J Gavin After my family moved to Minneapolis three years ago, my parents refused to visit us in our ne...
-
Words hurt. Sometimes deeply. Actions matter. Sometimes too much. While we want to pretend we are all okay, sometimes we are crumbling ...
No comments:
Post a Comment