Who Knows...
August 6, 1994
Marc (he was a boy!) is almost 11 months old. He's still a titty-baby and trying to walk. I am living at Pap's house. [military housing couldn't accommodate us]
I dyed a shirt from Goodwill and an old pair of jeans green for kicks, and now I have two brand new things for my closet.
Denise kicked the ghosts out of her apartment a couple days ago. I hope they stay gone. (long story...)
Will came up to see us this weekend. This is hard - being apart and all. I need to quit picking on him and try to be nice. That would be a lot easier if he would do the same.
I love him though. He has a good heart and good intentions - he's just a little coarse, that's all.
I hope he doesn't turn out mean and bitter. I'll keep him optimistic, I guess!
Gotta copy some recipes - later
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