When your car decides to break down, after everything is closed. And you can't get hold of the rent-a-car place. And have to get to work the next morning.
Thank God for good, staunch friends.
Thank you, Michael, for getting me home...
A bunch of musings by a fabulously middle-aged (40-something is definitely middle-age! EEEK!) single woman. Just random thoughts, some deep, others shallow. Strike up a conversation. Comments? Please?
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