I think I’m boring.  I never go out into the craziness of the world any more – like flinging money recklessly into a machine that never pays out or gets too much to eat, or sit down in a live poker game, or even go into a casino environment.  After spending 35 years with a daily diet of people going off their rocker (me too), it now seems a bit bizarre to think about how quiet my life is…to a degree.  It’s really been quiet now that my Dan has gone off to Phoenix. Continue reading Little miss goodbehavior →