Everything was looking rosy this morning. Well, mostly everything.
And then it didn’t.
Sometimes I handle work stress really well. And sometimes I don’t.
Kind of like Mounds/Almond Joy… you know what I mean.
But now, it’s Monday night.
The boys are in bed. Andrew is out watching the Ravens get slammed by Green Bay. Well, slammed might be a bit harsh.
I was looking through some things in the basement. There I saw my 45 collection. I couldn’t help but smile.
Billy Don’t Be a Hero (The Legend of Billy Jack. Remember?)
The Night Chicago Died (I never understood it)
Half Breed (yikes, I bought that?)
Seasons in the Sun (my first kiss)
Lots and lots of records.
And my all-time favorite. I know all the words: Life is a Rock, But the Radio Rolled Me.
What’s your favorite from back in the day?