Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 13, 2020
The change of the seasons was far more enjoyable when I was younger. It meant a new school year, new clothes, new classes, new girlfriends. Now it means I have to put on more clothes to walk the dog.
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.