Jill is the slice of home baked pie you long for. Her dad was a farmer. His dad was a farmer. On a hot summer day Jill would call me up to go floating down the canal or ride the slick rocks with the stream into a barely thawed pool of water. She's also the girl I called one day when I was bored and offered to drive two hours and try out this new thing called "Bungee Jumping." We did although I can't remember why . The first year after my college graduation I found myself particularly low on pride. First of all, I was a college graduate working as a sales clerk. Too late I discovered that a bachelors degree in sociology is equal to a high school diploma and, in some cases, a G.E.D. and got you hired at JC Penney trying to upsale with a colorful scarf. On top of it, I'd been dumped. It wasn't that he was the love of my life. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He started planning the wedding aloud and I freaked out, pointing out that we'd only bee...
what a cute picture--and holy moly your daughter is taller than you!!! wow how does that feel???
ReplyDeleteHoly Cow, that picture is a new classic! When the kids start screaming at each other, just pull this baby out and give them something to ponder.
ReplyDeleteI like that fact that it looks like Jesus has his arm around Scott. I never did get to the open house. I will just have to go do a session there.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joan. Your comment inspired me to change the title of my blog.
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