Thursday, January 7, 2010

Becky *Sixty-Four*

Robin and I went shopping for stuff her the house she is moving into with three other girls.
That night I laid in bed and fretted about them locking doors, remembering to pay rent, etc., etc.

2 comments:

Linn said...

I don't even want to think about how hard that's going to be. Mine are still little and I fret about everything.

Reenie said...

It never ever ends - the worrying. My mother still worries about me... as she should.