Well, the news is out. Daughter is pregnant. Am I happy about it? Not so much. Not right now at least. She's 38, overweight, and diabetic. It wasn't planned. Neither of them work. I think, when she told me, she thought I would explode. I didn't. I did let her know I wasn't happy about it and that I am worried for her health. I guess my grandson is happy knowing he will have a little sister or brother. He's been wanting that for a while. I'm sure I'll come to terms with this whole thing eventually because I know daughter is trying to be responsible. At the moment, however, frustration rules.
Have a good day and remember: Life is just one damned thing after another....Elber Hubbard