Tax day...
Dear Nicky,
Today was tax day. This year we broke about even. Shelby your therapist says she's 25 thousand in the hole with her business. That ain't no way to run a railroad. Mondays with Shelby are okay, but she loves to chat with Mom, so we lose some time. It bugs me, but not enough to say anything. See, there's going to be times when something bugs you. It's up to you to decide whether or not the bug is worth speaking up about, because there's always some kind of fallout whenever somebody says anything about something.
We did some situps, ate well, drank well, went for a walk, the usual. It was very nice outside and people admired you like they always do. Today you showed a marked increase in interest in that little Sassy car, the blue one with the popups inside. You crawled to it and played with it most effectively. Nice!
Love,
Dad
Today was tax day. This year we broke about even. Shelby your therapist says she's 25 thousand in the hole with her business. That ain't no way to run a railroad. Mondays with Shelby are okay, but she loves to chat with Mom, so we lose some time. It bugs me, but not enough to say anything. See, there's going to be times when something bugs you. It's up to you to decide whether or not the bug is worth speaking up about, because there's always some kind of fallout whenever somebody says anything about something.
We did some situps, ate well, drank well, went for a walk, the usual. It was very nice outside and people admired you like they always do. Today you showed a marked increase in interest in that little Sassy car, the blue one with the popups inside. You crawled to it and played with it most effectively. Nice!
Love,
Dad
posted by The Walkin Dude at 9:44 PM
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