For an anti-climactic day, the end was pretty impressive.
It rained off and on, sometimes heavy-and there was some wind, but it had been looking like we had escaped the worst of the storm. 1,036 more words
My mother often lies awake at night dreaming of winning the lottery and what she’d do with the money. She’s got it all worked out. How she would only tell a select few people, how she would quietly deposit an equal amount in all three of us kids’ bank accounts, give some to charity (anonymously) and then her and dad would disappear off on an amazing round-the-world-trip (1st class all the way, natch). 693 more words