It is, after all, my name.
It never hurts to ask!
Where was your son when this happened? Goodness
Thankfully, J.J. was a few miles ahead of me, riding with his daddy. With a semi on my right and a SUV on my left, I had no choice but to plow into the plywood as it was flying at me.Shouldn't you be on your way to your hair appointment, Merle?
Maybe you could try ironing it?**wink**Nice driving sistah.Glad you're okay and there was nothing more than a dented license plate out of the whole deal.
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