Twenty-one...yikes!

This is the day (yeah I know it's almost over). Daniel's 21st birthday. Right now, he's out with his buds doing God knows what. I just hope he comes back in somewhat decent shape. Tomorrow is his day off, so if he is a little hungover, then he'll be able to sleep it off. I'm hoping against hope that he'll discover that drinking isn't that big a deal and not make a habit of it.

Meanwhile, I'm hoping he comes home soon.

Happy Birthday, Daniel. Love, Mom.

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That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--