My no-good-very-bad-day at work.
My upset about anything work related.
My having made a new friend.
My very dear friend’s son arriving home from Iraq, after seven months.
Some days, you only have to look at one degree of separation to get it.
Welcome Home, Pat! You have no idea how happy we are.
You have no idea what this means to your mom and dad.
Love, The Gal