At the end of September, I introduced you to Kacey Bradley and her Become Your Own Best Friend And […]
This week I had three separate frets. By the third fret, Loved-One got a bit anxious.
“You’re always so calm,” he said. “It’s hard for me to see you agitated. I’m afraid you might lose it.”
Mind you, [tweetthis]I just clamped my jaw tight and began swift and furious paper shuffling.[/tweetthis].
In one instant, I made cell-phone calls in quick succession. No throwing or shouting or swearing or stamping, or hitting of animate or inanimate objects.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Loved-One suggested.
I really wanted