Life Is Like A Chameleon
I don't know what to make of things most of the time any more. I'll have everything all planned out, then something happens that rearranges everything--again....Like the wreck on Monday afternoon, and I still don't know who will be determined to be at fault, though God, Mom and I know the truth, so whatever happens, happens. Husband John can finish pulling off enough damaged materials from the crunched fender to make the Toyota driveable again, and if we never receive payment for the damage, at... Sign in to see full entry.