The annual Girl Scout Father/Daughter dance was another.
It was my oldest daughter's last Father/Daughter dance. That fact makes me weepy.
Wednesday was our last Muffins for Moms. That fact makes me weepy.
Throw in the royal wedding and I was a goner.
By the time the last song was played at the last Father/Daughter dance, I was this close to being a weepy wreck.
But I had two friends that kept making me laugh instead of allowing me to indulge in my cry fest.
