I was born in Lubbock, Texas, and lived there off and on until I was four or five, then we moved to the small town of Floydada, just 55 miles northeast of Lubbock.
So, it is with a great bit of authority that I can attest to the truth of the quote featured above. And yet, I survived, with my sanity somewhat intact.
Peace, people.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
I’ve sent it to my granddaughter in Lugoff, NC 🙂
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True there, as well.
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When it’s put like that, it does all seem a bit strange, doesn’t it?
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It really does.
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