Thursday, February 23, 2017

That One Time We Fled for Our Lives.

Yesterday was National Margarita Day.

I did not partake. But if I were inclined to celebrate things in that way, I might have had a couple because yesterday was also the twentieth anniversary of the day I escaped THAT MAN.

I remember it well. I had waited three months for the perfect moment, and when it finally came along, I took it.

I had four babies, two diaper bags, and a tank full of gas.

We've come a long way.

So cheers  to us.

3 comments:

  1. Kei pei, Om Mutuafucka! and other such utterances...

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  2. I'm always in wonder at what we can do when we must, and what we make of ourselves when we do.

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  3. I admire those who are able to leave. I never was ...

    Cold As Heaven

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