S announced that he is going to Bolivia for two months with his 17 year old Bolivian girlfriend.  This makes me laugh out loud for several reasons.
Reason number one:  He lost his passport months ago; never reported it lost and has a ton of stuff to do in order to get a new one. Also they are supposedly leaving the first of May and it will take a lot of effort, time and money to have a passport by then.
Reason number two: It costs money to travel.  Although, I believe that his girlfriend, who is going to nursing school and works, is offering to pay for his airfare. He's been fired from Target and works as a waiter at a family restaurant.
Reason number three:  Apparently, smokers are frowned upon in Bolivia and she has asked him to stop.
Reason number four:  It takes planning and thought to travel.  He doesn't practice either.

I keep these reasons to myself.   I find I am hoping he actually goes to Bolivia.

My last little chick driving at last.  I remember saying to my husband "I can't do another baby."  His reply was "She won't be a baby for long."  

I've had a revelation.  I'm one of those people with "forgotten memories" or whatever they're called.  It's frightening and unnerving and since recovering these childhood memories, I've been in somewhat of a panic as to what else I've hidden away in my brain.  What else is staring me right in the face that I am overlooking?

What do I do with all this anger?