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I totally understand Tom Hanks’ character in Cast Away creating a relationship with a volleyball. If I’m alone in my apartment for a couple HOURS I’m having imaginary conversations; I can’t even imagine having years to make friends with inanimate objects.
Pooky is my living Wilson.
We got home today and the house was just as we left it.
The great news is that in spite of all the worry of leaving the Resident Adolescent out on the street as it were (not really of course but that is how it felt to his anxious father) he survived and he spoke on the phone tonight without rancour or complaint. 282 more words
My husband goes on business trips about three times per year, most recently a ten-day trip to Turkey. And each time sucks. His very first business trip (while we were married) was the worst- we were newly married, he was three months away from deploying and the Army saw fit to send him to Texas for a week. 408 more words