The circle of life. We’re born dependent, then become independent, often encumbered with a few dependents of our own about the same time the once-independent people who ushered us to our independence become dependent upon us. Kinda confusing, but not as confusing as why I ever thought that puka-bead necklace I’m wearing in the above picture was a good look. Because it wasn’t.
7 Things My Dad Did That I’ll Never Do (and 3 Things I’m Copying till the End)
March 27, 2012 by Leave a Comment