
then some of us got out of control...

the carnage...

some families laugh when they get drunk together. My family laughs when we fake getting drunk together. What a lot of goobers we are.
My online journal, where I hope to capture my thoughts and feelings since they seem determined to chase the wind instead of staying put in my head. A place where friends are encouraged to participate, but as the mom in Sense and Sensibility puts it, "if you can't say something nice, kindly restrict your comments to the weather." "In Christ alone, my hope is found, He is my light, my strength, my song. This cornerstone, this solid ground, firm through the fiercest drought and storm."
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We may be goobers, but we have a lot of fun being goobers!
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