The sad news is that Sam is not home. It's been pouring all day, and the temperature is dropping. I continue to pray for him. I ask for your prayers and positive thoughts, too.
The good news is that today I found my high school yearbook. I think you'll enjoy these photos of a young Janie Junebug and her friends:
Here's my good friend Patty Simcox. She grew up to be Hillary Clinton:
This girl was bad news. She felt like a broken typewriter. I don't know why.
She was some kind of first lady, too (the first lady in the class to be PG):
Here's where we went to school:
Here I am with young Willy Dunne Wooters at the prom:
|Don't you dare say we look like those silly people, Olivia and John.|
Whatever happened to them anyway?
I already had my famous golden tresses:
You take that down right now.
I only tried smoking once.
Why did that student photographer have to be there?
Oh, well. Don't worry.
Let's sing and have fun:
Sometimes Willy Dunne Wooters and I sing together on Saturday nights.
Can you believe the neighbors throw rocks at the house?
Franklin and Penelope howl!
Infinities of love and prayers for Sam,