Poor Olga

I skipped Kindercare today to bring Tyoma to meet Olga and her two children. At 8:00 in the morning she called. Her mother had dangerously high blood pressure and was in the hospital, could we meet another time?

She was so genuine and refreshingly un-dramatic in an absolutely  terrifying situation. My affection for her grew.  Who wants to trust a drama queen with their kid? I took Tyoma out for Chick-Fil-a and looked longingly at the spring clothes at the mall. My butt is in that in-between size where the “comfy” clothes are too loose and the skinny clothes are circulation destroying.

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