I’ve met the coordinator of this program and talked with her a few times, and she’s great, I’m just a little nervous as I’ve never been to this location and it’s pre-GED tutoring and I usually do GED tutoring. I’m sure it will be fine I just always get butterflies before new things.
I’ve been thinking this morning about people who spend their whole lives living in the same town or general area and I just cannot fathom it. While, truth, I come from a particularly small and isolated town, even growing up and then settling in a large city doesn’t make sense to me. If I grew up in NYC I guarantee I wouldn’t be here now. The wonder and sense of possibilities that a new town brings is a sensation everyone should have. It’s good to be scared and lost and excited and nervous. To get out of your comfort zone.
is maddie licking the bottom of your foot? did you step in bacon grease or something?
French Bulldogs are obsessive lickers. Maddie is more so. She would be licking something 90% of the time she’s awake if possible. Feet, legs, couches, floors, walls, beds, her own paws until they’re pink, anything.
“Newt Gingrich didn’t do much of anything last night, but he never wanted to be President anyway; he just wanted to be on the precipice of possibly receiving the GOP nomination so that he can fetch gigantic speaking fees for future appearances wherein he’ll tell rapt audiences exactly how the world would have been different if he’d been allowed to build a colony on the moon. Professional Monday morning quarterback, that one.”—