get get get it.
I found out today that one of my friends suffered what I think may be the worst thing one could experience last night.
My friend (who was my old roommates’ best friend and we all grew very close) got a phone call last night from her husband that he was flying with her father in his prop plane and the landing gear had malfunctioned. Her father was explaining the same to her mother. Their plan was to make a crash landing nearby, but unfortunately they ran out of gas in the plane and ended up going down near a neighborhood.
Needless to say, neither her husband nor her father (or the other man with them) survived past impact.
So…just if you have an extra minute, take the time to think of my friend and to make sure your loved ones know you cherish them.
Hashtag don’t foul out McAdoo
We will all get suntans and drink too much beer in the afternoons. We will wear our sun dresses and flops with bright turquoise nail polish. Our hair will lighten and spirits will improve.
Lord knows we deserve it after this winter that I am certain is hell is like.
Jen reminds us that it gets better.
I’m holed up in the depths of struggle city, trying to remind myself of this on the reg.