Monday, November 23, 2009
After work today, I felt the need to go to Mom's house and whine. Ha...
She was a teacher and my sister is a teacher and my other sister owns a preschool and I NEVER wanted to be a teacher, except when I was 6 and 7 years old and played at it with friends and family and neighborhood kids. I really thought that I was driving up there to take a hit of some alcoholic beverage out of my father's long neglected bar. He died about 6 years ago and no one hardly ever takes a sip from one dusty bottle or another. Instead, I regaled my mother with raucous tales of teaching... Sign in
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