In no particular order, 100 thoughts from two years on the road
“Are you taking those for your back, your neck, or your knee?” Kevin asked as I placed the super-sized bottle of Advil back in its place in our bathroom.
I always expected to write this post. However, I thought I would have a lot more material to work with.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am deathly afraid of spiders. Like, truly terrified. I fully realize my overwhelming dread of these tiny insects is completely irrational, but it's a phobia, so that's permitted.