“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.”