prematurity

The journey that is life makes many interesting stops and detours along the way.

I suppose I should preface this post by saying that I'm not sure what this is about. In truth, I'm infuriated right now and need to write my way through it or strangle someone. My sister is an absolute moron and has me at wit's end. I've never been good at wit's end.

Until recently, I had never put much thought into the entire community thing. Growing up I associated the term community with the blasted folks that always ratted me out to mom when I did something I wasn't supposed too. They were the people who tattled when I accidentally but kind of on purpose set the hay bale that burned down the entire field on fire, got in a fight, snuck out of the house.