So not much I can tell you. I mean I’m dying to tell you what I’m working on. But not literally because I’d definitely tell you if not telling was killing me. I hear that sharing your goals takes away energy and also gives you a psychological fulfillment if you do tell someone your goals and they give you positive feedback. Weird, huh? That feedback triggers a response like “okay, mission accomplished.” So I’m not dying to tell you but it’s killing me — not really.
Hey Teresa lost her 13th baby tooth. You know why 13 is a lucky number? (I have my Uncle Michael backing me up on this)… It’s Our Lady’s number — the day she always appeared to the kiddos at Fatima. What else? I just learned this. They say that Mary “died” on Friday the 13th. Had the Assumption, two days later on a Sunday. I should fact check that with my mom.