I'll keep them on for the picture. . .
but, then I can't wait to get them off. I don't like having shoes on. . . even when my mom goes on and on about how cute they are.
As much as I love the beginning of fall, September is not a good month for me. Everything bad seems to happen in September. My friends and I were robbed at gunpoint in September. Fifteen years ago today, I lost a friend in a car accident. Actually, Jeff Dillon was more than a friend. He was a neighbor, my brother's best friend, and almost like a second brother to me. Consequently, both of those things happened in Sept 1993. . .not a good time in my life. I learned a lot at that time. Life isn't fair. . .bad things do happen to good people. . .basically, anything can happen in life. I'm not surprised that something as awful as Sept 11th happened in September. Just when I thought the month couldn't get any worse. . .I lost Logan last year in September. I feel awful because a lot of our families' birthdays and my parents' anniversary is in September, but I'll forever breathe a sigh of relief when October 1st rolls around.