tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120441806468831562.post9078041394126565389..comments2009-05-01T16:00:28.670-07:00Bendy Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13561821463866887755noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120441806468831562.post-81619505619635155832009-05-01T16:00:00.000-07:002009-05-01T16:00:00.000-07:00For me, the cops show up at the door with the news that Chris died on the way home from work. Just think how much more productive we'd be if we spend all worrying minutes on beautiful pictures and writing. Ah well, productivity is overrated. Thanks for the support plantgeek (aka Mama's and Papa's sister)Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13561821463866887755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120441806468831562.post-43049773876654504942009-05-01T13:58:00.000-07:002009-05-01T13:58:00.000-07:00I know what you mean. Every time my kids or husband go anywhere remotely distant (even an hour away) I end up with visions of the worst, of me getting a phone call from the police or....<br />I seriously have NO IDEA how I'm going to make it from 12-30. Not enough drugs in the world for that! How did our parents manage???<br /><br />Again, eloquent and right on, as always, Beth!plantgeekhttp://profile.typekey.com/plantgeek/noreply@blogger.com