Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Unsettled Lives

Forrest is moving to Vermont, and I came home from dinner to a note that says "went to urgent care." When did my life become one constant cycle of goodbye dinners and medical emergencies?

And when did Forrest become the kind of guy who can say "I really like your hair. It looks great!" without showing typical boyish "OMG she'll think I LIKE her" phobias? All of my boys are grown up and moved away. Poo.

Now, to figure out why mom is at the hospital.


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