Remember that episode of Raymond when Ray brings up Debra's PMS and tries to help? And remember how she gets upset and yells about how it takes a prescription for a certain symptom...you know, the one the rhymes with twitchy? Yeah. That's where I was last week. One big emotional time bomb. Yikes. Thankfully, my hormones seem to have returned to their normal range and I'm a much more pleasant person to be around, I'm sure.
Last week brought yet another moment when I cursed not having a camera phone. I was sitting in the McDonald's drive-thru when I saw a truck with a trailer parked in the back of the lot. There was a whole lotta stuff in the trailer. Then I noticed the small sign on the truck:
Berwin's
Hauling - Junking - Towing
For Jesus
615-XXX-XXXX
Hauling - Junking - Towing
For Jesus
615-XXX-XXXX
At least they have purpose.
Love,
Julie
Love,
Julie
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