So Doodle’s off seeing a play in Virginia. She gets back to Oak Hill High School at 7:30. That’s 15 miles away. Ferg has his 8th Grade Christmas Dance (you only get ONE adolescent 8th grade holiday mashup in your life, y’know). It ends at 8:15. Agnes is down sick and my son-in-law has a broken arm.
That leaves exactly ONE person here who can do the driving, running, going and getting. Guess who?!?!?!?!
So, sorry, all, but the Front Porch will be vacant tonight. I’ll miss it as much as you will.
Catch you for Moran Monday!
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