As a "self-quarantined" person, I'm going bonkers. I see no one except son Kris and he's even more boring than I am.
Spring break trips have long been a tradition for the Burlesons.
Most have ended up at the beach. Some travels have gone elsewhere.
Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones
The lyrics from a song in the first Shrek movie have been running through my head for a couple of days now.
My first trip to The Big House came after I moved to Fulton in the late 1980s.
Coincidences are funny things sometimes amazing, sometimes just mundane.
My most recent coincidence is of the mundane variety to everyone except me.