Last week, my daughter came to me and said, “We need a mom/daughter night – wanna go out on a date?” How could I refuse? She got to pick the night and the activity. So we’re going to Applebee’s and then to see some movie with Samuel Jackson . . . I can’t remember the […]
18 hour day! I shouldn’t complain – because I did it in my pink sweatpants and slippers in my office that is right next to my bedroom. I can remember 18+ hour shifts at the hospital. How easily one gets spoiled, hey? A while ago, I was wondering out loud about using NASE’s membership, in
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