I am pretty happy this morning. I went to the victory party last night and all night I was amazed at how far our little group has come -- from a converted automotive garage complete with oil-stained cement floors in 2000 to the ballroom at the Marriott with a cash bar, snacks, and big-screen TVs.
My voice is shot and the only thing missing last night in my mind was Peter Jennings. Man, I miss him. Desperately.
More later ....
Mom, wife, daughter, sister, friend. Scrapbooker, family historian, reader, cook, photographer. Volunteer. Political junkie. Springsteen fan. Loves deeply, strives daily to be a cheerful, kind and generous person. Fails regularly. Snarky, judgy and more than a little blunt. Some people don't appreciate my style. If you're one of them, that's ok. Get your own blog.
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