After a day at Walter Reed

I imagine my friend WOULD be like this if:

a) she was actually driving herself back to Arlington (instead of her bitter half) (the couple that hates together, stays together), and/or

b) she wasn't 2 percocet pills away from a mobile morphine drip.



LOL.

To be fair to her, when I lived in DC, I was like that anytime I drove.

Alice,



Hang in there.

Hugs,

Crabby Gabby