Got home this evening and my sister or mom must have been down. There were two packages of pictures sticking in my door. David had taken some pictures of my sister's stallion a year or so ago when she had him down here and she wanted the pictures. I had given them two rolls of film to develop that I found around the house.
They were of our wine party with David sitting up against the SL*T (before she ended up puking her guts out in our flower bed and passing out in my bed that David slept with her in that night), and the pictures from the Christmas Gift I gave David 2 years ago. Which was a weekend at a cabin on the river. We had a pretty good time, even he said so, but this was well into his affair and he filed for the D in March after we were at the cabin in Januray. So not feeling so great this evening.
Pam
"We must be willing to let go of the life we had planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us"
