My dad’s original departure date for Iraq was delayed. I’d hoped that meant his trip would be cancelled. But it wasn’t, and he flew out today. I only see him a few times a year, but I talk to him on the phone nearly every day. This is going to suck. I’m sure by the time he gets back, I’ll be speaking with a whole new set of vocal cords, and maybe, just maybe he’ll have his first grandkid en route. That would be awesome.
This day is gloomy. Thank god for the Paperwhite Potpourri from Pottery Barn that is keeping me sane. Buying potpourri seems so “old lady” doesn’t it? Whatever.
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I'm sorry, Jeb, I knew this was going to be hard. Thinking of you…And that potpourri is fabulous!
it doesn't seem old!!It 's actually so cool!!!:)