[image error]I'm an idiot.
My excuse? I wasn't thinking clearly.
The lesson? Never be polite when death is on the line.
"You gotta get angry! You gotta get mean!" (Dodgeball, Patches O'Houlihan – Rip Torn)
Day three. Sleep comes in fits and starts. I toss and turn, my head throbbing, knowing that at any minute, this migraine could become a whopper.
Dawn. No wind. No food. Hubby manages to snag two portions of instant oatmeal for himself before Mrs. Bob manages to pack everything away and padlock the...
Published on September 01, 2010 23:36