After a while the middle-aged person who lives in her head begins to talk to her soul, the kid.
This morning came too early. Today’s to do list was on the night stand and all I wanted “to do” was stay in bed.
“The stores are crowded and the streets are full,” grumbles Laura McScrooge.
“I know! Won’t it be fun!” little Laura chirps.
Three hours later and we’ve been to Jazzercise, the post office, two grocery stores, and Petco.
Not bad. Not bad at all.