Groovin’ In A Convertible…
I just experienced a perfect moment.
No Angry Birds on my Virgin America flight last week. BUT, there were gaseous birds who lit up the flight with noxious fumes.
I just bid my mom adieu until the holidays. Taking Metro North back to NYC afforded me some quiet time to reflect. I have never been without my mother.
These feet were made for moving and stomping out irresponsible, unprofessional contractors.
I have had over 24 hours to get over a Giant loss and the pain and humiliation is still lingering.