Our family, in numbers.
Sometimes, we just have to dust off the big girl panties, slip them on, and keep it movin’.
Enough.
It took me a long time to get them, but they were worth the wait!
Guess who’s back. Back again. Jogger’s back. Tell yer friends.
Where I’m at. Right now. Head, shoulders, gimpy knees and toes.
Visions of aluminum canes dancing through my head.
The good, the bad, and the dead rats. There were a lot of dead rats.
The Jogger can still jog. Life is still beautiful!
Clear-skinned and happy again.
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