I have become Grandpa Cooper. My friend Celeste told me today that her Grandpa has not left his house in 35 years, because he is afraid that no one will be there to pick the paper up out of the yard. I am often gripped by the fear that I should stay home and watch my children ( and border collie) develop. I am starting to drift away from that theory, now that the teenage boys are a bit sick of me. But, I still have the girl, the collie and the guilt to keep me company. I have never been a world traveler. I have to admit that my comfort zone is very small. I don't even dare to go into a different HEB than my neighborhood one. For craps sake their Pinot might be in a different place and what the hell would I do then?
My name is Diva and I fear change.
I had a pep talk from Celeste about Vegas. When I read that thefts happen at the 5 star hotel I will be visiting, I started crying, afraid that somebody was going to beat me to death for my Target earrings. No, she said to me, you have to push yourself. So here I go. Won't gamble, though.
Yes, that's right. You can take the Baptist girl out of Lubbock, but....... My Shana was stunned. I told her to shut her pie hole and let me stick to at least one moral. So, I will go. I may get Shana to come read Goodnight Moon to the border collie, as my little blessings will be their bio father at that time.
Maybe that will make me feel better.
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