Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
Psalm 90:10
Sigh... Bret was the cutest little girl ever.
Bret very happily awaiting for the guests.
Oh, they're here!
Not the quit so cheerful Bret this morning.
Let me nonchalantly, or maybe not so nonchalantly, show you what kind of girl Bret is. As my Aunt Marion used to say, "She is an easy kid to love."
