Husband is dead, kids are grown, what's next for our potty mouthed heroine?
Oh my dear lord! That just gave me a case of the heebie jeebies that will be with me all day. Not being a fan of heights to begin with, listening to the policeman tell how he was jumping on the damn thing left me weak in the knees. Good job finding that story, though. Would that we had more stories like that, than of bombs and terrorists and the like.
"Prancing about for more than an hour."
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