Friday morning. Getting ready to go to the airport. Ginger will fly in an airplane for the first time today.
I never got a birth certificate for Ginger. That's right folks. Irresponsible until the day I die. Well, if we didn't hustle on over to the county records to get a copy- an hour and a half before take- off.
Mission accomplished. no big deal.
*note* I started crying out nowhere when I saw this! I was, all, Here it is! Proof in Print. Ginger was born, Im her mother. This isn't a dream!