Ok, so my sissy calls me and says "Now I don't want you to worry, I am ok", and you know what? That is a shitty way to start a conversation. Because immediately you begin to worry and fret no less. Especially because she is far away and you can't do anything for her like make her chicken soup or drive her to her practice because she shouldn't have been riding her bike in the rain in the first place. I should mention here that she is a grown woman and can take care of herself. But, sometimes we all need to be taken care of. It's not a bad thing. And so far in life I have been good at taking care of people, I mean none of the people I care for have died or been maimed at any point in the care giving process. So I think that is a plus.
But Sissy, if you read this one, I do worry just a bit. And even fret sometimes. Take care of you. And go back a few posts and listen to Gumby.
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Hi, Sissy! You're linked-to on my blog now. And I'm totally fine by the way. My head is fine and my back is right as rain. Call me sometime. I love you! K
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