I haven't gotten lost.
I haven't run away, although I was tempted to do so yesterday when Favorite Young Man barfed.
I'm busy with my job search, learning new skills, and comforting Franklin and Penelope. They hate the fireworks. I hate them, too. If we only heard the explosions on July 4th, I wouldn't mind too much. The problem is that some of my neighbors start shooting off
It's a good thing that Favorite Young Man has helped get the dogs out to potty before bed because they don't want to leave the house.
What Penelope's little face looks like during the fireworks:
See the big scaredy eyes?
Infinities of love,