I nod, glancing around. "Seen a short girl with long blonde hair, green eyes, a whiskey in her hand?" I ask, flicking my eyes to the bar, knowing that's the first place my mom would go. "Or a tall guy, brown-ish, black-ish hair, blue eyes?" I ask, knowing my dad would be trying to get my mom to stop drinking.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Some people are hourglass shaped, some people are apple shaped, some people are pear shaped, some people are even bean pole shaped, but if we’re not careful we all become banana shaped. This is your gentle posture reminder. — Ranger