“Stop worrying,” she tells me.
“Take a half a xanax,” she tells me.
“This is no big deal,” she tells me, as our patio furniture gets flung around and our roof is hammered with tree branches.
The next thing I hear is a loud snap and crack.
I then decided that a WHOLE xanax would be best and lil Gracie and I headed for bed.
Life with the princess continues to be fun.
Hope all of you are well.
I’ll catch ya next time, “looking at life from my shoes.”
Life in Lucie's Shoes 