While Jessie spends most of her time insisting that I not be involved in her life, guide her, teach her, or tell her what to do (other than being available to drive her where she wants when she wants and sew costumes and ripped favorite clothes within 2 minutes), she also has this need to text me what she is thinking or doing. This text just in:
Okay, really, my next blog will be a buddhist blessing.
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