They don’t come much better than today. Katie called me just to talk this morning which made my heart hurt. She’s scared about her upcoming surgery and I can’t make it home to be with her. The weekend after that is Liza’s birthday, not to mention Mother’s day. So I shake of shitty husband and father syndrome by about 5:30 just in time to get a call from home telling me that Maggie has fractured her hand. Hey, did I mention that I have a two day sales seminar to attend this weekend! I pity the first idiot that gives me shit on that bus tomorrow.
Clyde B. Aster. "When someone tells you something defies description, you can be pretty sure he's going to have a go at it anyway."
7:30:44 PM 
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